Songtext von Angel Cry

Angel Cry Scrambled to buried ideas Burnt, barred and dead Resembling melting snow Torched to a wimp Mortified to a marble feast Bleak, molted and cold Degrading desolate despair Raised to a creed When love dies - when love dies When love dies - the angel cries We are god - you are god When love dies - the angel cries I am god - god is new Rusted to an iron ruin Crude, crossed and dark Croaking crumbling brick Desolate to a corpse Sardistic tide of stench Spoilt, scrubbed and scourd Impaling immortal decay Putrefied to a grave