Heretic Rites - Holy Place | Текст песни

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February eve, her evil death
Father's angel, temptress to others
Into the chapel, had to held rites
Over her cursed catafalque

Second night, my hair turned grey
Wicked beauty, I'm getting insane
Laying dead, looking so alive
Pray to heaven she stays like that

But her colorless eyes are gazing at me
And her chapped lips in tongues are whispering
Come closer she said coffin's open for a reason
Found myself giving death a kiss, oh lord

You crushed my mind, witch, took away my pride
On holy cross I have turned my back
To live a life beyond all laws but love
Where I only need more of all that's yours
Witch!

Possessed, I denied god's name
We left the church in flames
And there I stood without fright
With Satan's daughter in my arms!

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