Scars Of Greed — Diary of Dreams

O`angels come to guide me in my sacred land Thine holy glance enlights my chamber Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts

A gentle thrill I'm crowned with thorns Who will remember this ?

Quiet doms of whispering circling in my head Collapsing mental boundries Draconic lips of mine

And angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdom O`angels find their sacred land In my debility they bloom

Kill my flesh Kill my skin

Cure my sore Cure my belief

A wince, just to regret To wear a willow A wince, just to regret self - sacrifice To wear the willow- lost within

And grieve for what I've lost - a mournful eye My thirst for life embodies prayers at night I sentence myself - a wilful execution Disclaiming innocence indeed

O`angel find their sacred land in mine What they have never dared to be

O`angel find their sacred land in mine Where they can be what they greed

O`angel find their sacred land in mine For they can still make me believe

O`angel find their sacred land in mine For they have crowned me ......

......Crowned with thorns