Rectify sentence of a death too young
A fixed place in Hell keeps these scars in your arms
And welcome the temptation of another Christ
"this death across my mirror's edge cannot shine" "Between two death
this is place of no pain"
Wait for a victim
Set flowers and crowns
Children are restless:
Day-dose incomplete
Fighting this hunger
With bland surrogates Rectify sentence of a death too young
A fixed place in Hell keeps these scars in your arms
And welcome the temptation of another Christ
"this death across my mirror's edge cannot shine" I dress my hero's costumes
And look still to the crowd
Feeling for a day to be loved by stones
The hand of God caress me
When I'm saying "the end"
You speak me about devotion
The interlocutor answers
We're asking for love
From our slaughters and brothers and sons
But I'm not so scared
To not ask for more blood
Drowning this poisonus passion!
"Between two death
this is place of no pain"
Wait for a victim
Set flowers and crowns
Children are restless:
Day-dose incomplete
Fighting this hunger
With bland surrogates We're asking for love
From our slaughters and brothers and sons
But I'm not so scared
To not ask for more blood
Drowning this poisonus passion! "Mother! Oh, mother!
My eyes are blind - he said,
Feeling the shame bloodily
Settled in the nape So wash this blamish
With stigmata's blood!
Mother and father
In a couch of pain "Between two death
this is place of no pain"
A fixed place in Hell keeps these scars in your arms
And welcome the temptation of another Christ
"this death across my mirror's edge cannot shine" "Between two death
this is place of no pain"
Wait for a victim
Set flowers and crowns
Children are restless:
Day-dose incomplete
Fighting this hunger
With bland surrogates Rectify sentence of a death too young
A fixed place in Hell keeps these scars in your arms
And welcome the temptation of another Christ
"this death across my mirror's edge cannot shine" I dress my hero's costumes
And look still to the crowd
Feeling for a day to be loved by stones
The hand of God caress me
When I'm saying "the end"
You speak me about devotion
The interlocutor answers
We're asking for love
From our slaughters and brothers and sons
But I'm not so scared
To not ask for more blood
Drowning this poisonus passion!
"Between two death
this is place of no pain"
Wait for a victim
Set flowers and crowns
Children are restless:
Day-dose incomplete
Fighting this hunger
With bland surrogates We're asking for love
From our slaughters and brothers and sons
But I'm not so scared
To not ask for more blood
Drowning this poisonus passion! "Mother! Oh, mother!
My eyes are blind - he said,
Feeling the shame bloodily
Settled in the nape So wash this blamish
With stigmata's blood!
Mother and father
In a couch of pain "Between two death
this is place of no pain"