Greed

Angels near the moon, with the black eyes,
black eyes can die in the black sky, only like a pray, only in my sleep ...only in a black sky..in a black sky...in a black sky.

We make love like a rock in the river of greed.
We make love like a rock in demon's reasons.
I ruined my fate with the stones of a greedy river.
Throes carve up and come too late

We shall not fear squawk strength in the Beauty.
We shall hunt for love like a vital duty,
Als war' der himmel still gegangen...

My pray was another fall for your Might;
yeah...yeah...yeah...Should you touch me over?
He kissed me over...over...over.

We shall not fear squawk strength in the Beauty.
We shall hunt for love like a vital duty,
Als war' der himmel still gegangen...

Angels fly in a black sky.
Why we lie when we live and when we die.

White love in a river of cries
Switches in a black paradise.

And I show you how my heart restarts, how my heart...

Kyriae Eleison, Kyriae Eleison.

Angels fly in a black sky.
Why we lie when we live and when we die.

Sadness makes a river of cries,
And we fall in a black paradise.

Of fear we die alone, and yell without a tone
While bleeding endless sense of prophecy.