Passion for flesh imminent trip Requiem for you Nightmare without sleep Dead skin poundered An end without end Touch me feel me Please take my hand No hope for you my friend Tonight we'll be one under my red skies Slow and painful memories still alive Through emotional strain Into death you will dive Death takes control Fast as a killing hold No hope for you my friend
I've always dreamt of my red skies The kind of blood that fills my heart In which I lay forever in I've always dreamt of my red skies The kind of blood that fills my heart Through whom I'll breed forever
Serene and sadistic My will to grip with pain The lifeless object of my thrill No pain no gain