Filthy Angels کے بول

Drops of rain are lashing faces of misery He is lying, he is not alive, not dead He is not dreaming, not awake Staring at the moon Like a lonely tramp By the deep rivers shore Those three pretty faces on the cover Of the moon Doughters of the moon They went to better side of reality Doughters of the moon Crying and weeping like those filthy Angels in the doom You were so pretty, so soft I had to satisfy my lust Please forgive me I can´t heal myself I am on your grace Staring at the moon Like a lonely tramp By the deep rivers shore Doughters of the moon Gave him tender touch and something more Doughters of the moon Killed him by the deep rivers shore