Testo Where angels no more roam Misteltein

Where angels no more roam

I kiss the untouched heavenly carcass
As sacramental dying becomes art
Saintly pains send chills down my spine
As I penetrate the very womb of life
A venomous moon is gazing
Through my hollow soul
Forcing me to bleed
As many times before
Again I bleed... with desire
And its' savage breath reaches angel skin
Within the holy wing temptation haunt
A spit of filth moisturizing her sinful cunt
Whispers in the shape of lust
Echoes in the veins of night
As a haze of bleeding lurking souls
Among deflowered angels cries
I feel the presence of thy arrival
As the heavens are set aflame
Ashes of serenity with the essence of rotting saints
Beautifully beckons thy infernal path
Master, for thee I raise my bloodstained blade
And plunge it through the heart of the sun
Whispers in the shape of lust
Echoes in the veins of night
As a haze of bleeding lurking souls
Among deflowered angels cries
I feel the presence of thy arrival
As the heavens are set aflame
Ashes of serenity with the essence of rotting saints
Beautifully beckons thy infernal path
Master, for thee I raise my bloodstained blade
And plunge it through the heart of the sun
I plant the seed of thy sinister realm
I invoke thee Tyrant of the damned
A venomous moon is gazing
Through my hollow soul
Forcing me to bleed
As many times before
Sinful pains send chills down my spine
As I penetrate the very womb of life
As many times before
I behold the falling sky,
as my chest becomes a rapist temple
A temple of dying love,
nailed with a thousand bleeding dreams
I behold the falling sky,
as my chest becomes a rapist temple
A temple of dying love,
nailed with a thousand bleeding dreams
Dismal it lay, this shattered utopia before my eyes
And paints the last pieces of paradise with the echoes of angel cries
Master, for thee I raise my bloodstained blade
And plunge it through the heart of the sun
I plant the seed of thy sinister realm
I invoke thee Tyrant of the damned
And I'm reborn in their dismal pain
Their death, the tongue on my infected wounds
I stare into the hollow where the dust of time still moan
Upon a bleeding paradise, where angels no more roam...