Paroles:
Corpus Christii Tormented Belief

I awoke from a disturbed sleep, dead whores dancing in the walls I looked into a blackened mirror and it was not me I saw My destiny was sorrow, my plan

Compassion, a possession I do not obtain I belong to no one, just a lost soul with nothing to live for I once had a friend, but now she lies in pain

I have killed yet another, and now I sit in my black hole Waiting for another victim that I can behold And not even that will feed this horrid need I

My suffering is my only possession Pain, my lover, cruelty, my master Your flesh, my loyal obsession Your pain, my salvation I'm after The evening moon