Beautiful Carnage

Bright is your scythe
 Searching for the heart of pain
 Blood is divine -
 You laugh between flesh and despair - and despair
 Cruelty can be a perverting virtue
 Such as the instinct that control your soul
 Desire burn like fire on her essence
 Seductive sense of domination above all innocence
 The smell of despair
 Leeches the air
 I lick all your fear
 You know you're condemned
 The mask of your soul
 Is a lacerated flesh
 The Beautiful Carnage -
 Goddess of the damned
 Agony is the fountain of your art
 A downward path to the darkest side of men's heart
 She turns a messiah into a pariah
 Dancing with their knives through the hands of a sadist preacher
 Nemesis, I saw your genesis
 Offering the hand of doom to death comes to full bloom
 A hopeless illusion of a doorway to survive
 The smell of despair
 Leeches the air
 I lick all your fear
 You know you're condemned
 The mask of your soul
 Is a lacerated flesh
 The Beautiful Carnage
 Goddess of the damned