Scars of Greed

O'angels come to guide me in my sacred land
 Thine holy glance enlights my chamber
 Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts
 A gentle thrill
 I'm crowned with thorns
 Who will remember this?
 Quiet doms of whispering circling in my head
 Collapsing mental boundries
 Draconic lips of mine
 And angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdom
 O'angels find their sacred land
 In my debility they bloom
 Kill my flesh
 Kill my skin
 Cure my sore
 Cure my belief
 A wince, just to regret
 To wear a willow
 A wince, just to regret self - sacrifice
 To wear the willow- lost within
 And grieve for what I've lost - a mournful eye
 My thirst for life embodies prayers at night
 I sentence myself - a wilful execution
 Disclaiming innocence indeed
 O'angel find their sacred land in mine
 What they have never dared to be
 O'angel find their sacred land in mine
 Where they can be what they greed
 O'angel find their sacred land in mine
 For they can still make me believe
 O'angel find their sacred land in mine
 For they have crowned me ...
 ...Crowned with thorns