Songtext von The Sower & The Queen

I am The Guardian, animistic angel Creeping to his Queen His burnt offering Fiery dragon Waiting with the shackles I was sentenced to death By the highest courts To decay, to burn, to rust For disobeying the heart Body torn to pieces By the devilish thoughts Mind in the shelter of desires Brought by the darkest dreams The statuesque sower Disgrace frisks with the purity Rape thunders over the clouds Of the infamous lust The Guardian... the angel... The Queen.. the sower... '... and the Queen received the sower...' '... and the dragon limbed the angel...' ... and I opened my wounds... ... and I paid with my head... Lord! Receive my soul! I accept the punishment submissively... I was sentenced to death By the highest courts To decay, to burn, to rust For disobeying the heart Body torn to pieces By the devilish thoughts Mind in the shelter of desires Brought by the darkest dreams Disgrace frisks with the purity Rape thunders over the clouds Of the infamous lust