Courtesan Mary Slut Testo

Flesh for pain
Blood is the pleasure of soul

There was no Heiland
Never the fall of light
Awake! From the ashes of fall
Aware the symbol, ours bringer of light

Flesh for pain
Blood is the pleasure of soul

Close the portals of Eden
For I am your Heiland and angel
Satan they shouted my name
Follow eternally, children of space

Burning the stakes of the elder place
Where we fought to pray on the sign
From perception, never to pray
Close all the portal of Eden
For I was your Heiland, Angel of space