Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire
and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war We rule like
walk with open wounds but the third is now Rising Through the ashes of a dying love a new soul is born I watch the feathers like snow in the winter The
I walk with open wounds but the Third is now rising Through the ashes of a Dying Love a new soul is born I watch the feathers like Snow in the Winter
frozen flames Awaiting in silence, for there is no way out Blackened, isolation, for I?m the one with the dead Snow like ashes of bone The frost now
time when flowers rise again growing over pain forests burning bright fire finds new home the air blows hot drying fruity minds ashes fall like snow
solicitude of SATAN! Burning their churches, jagged their whores. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... As they please us to rip them off like porks! Tryggvasons
ashes of angels and dust of heaven" In the shadow-side of life with burning desire I, Satan?s son, was born in frost-like fire. In darkness I belong like
. Now I'm at I.C.U. at Emory Cocaine and cores comes out my pores Puking in the kitchen down on all fours My head's an earthquake, I sweat and shake Ashes
memories that freeze the fading past Silence all the songbirds Stilled by the killing frost Forests burn to ashes Everything is lost Washed away like
find in the Spring. At Autumn they turn and As copper they burn, Then fall like the diamonds That bleak Winter brings. From the beginning when hour - Frost