running for my life, I'm running from the night But it's so hard to breathe The stench down here is much too much Satan help me, help me God Help me
is turning sour, I'm longing for my final hour Never to be free, cursed for eternity I'm hanging on to a memory... I'm hanging on to me Be it God or
So many tears in my eyes, I have to look away How can I say the word, that never should be said I lay my broken heart to rest, and so I set you free I
Again I'm so alone, the wine is pouring down No one to share with, no one to care with The only light in my life Comes from the candlelight, black candles
am I really not alone? Nights of heavenly sin, in the house of god, I found... true love Nights of heavenly sin, in the house of god, I found... true
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There he was that little man, sitting by the altar... black devil Carved in stone so dark and could... black devil Help me, help me, cause I don't know
I'd been riding hard most of the night, wooded ravines on a mountain side My horse was getting tired... and so was i Up there the moon was full, down
one, the highest You'll never know why we kept him here The one who did not die on the cross Could it be we kept him away from god... so that he may
Upon the cross he did not die, they tortured him, but he survived Smuggled across the open sea, to southern france, tranquility There he married magdalene
Outside the leaves are slowly falling from the trees Black clouds are moving in, a storm is coming on Inside the confessional, angel and I are playing
What was that sound? I slowly turn around, something moved A void of darkness in the floor, where the altar stood I move a little closer, cause I cannot
follow the wolf again, I must follow her till the end The end The wolf had turned around, facing higher ground And there it was... the house of god
I really not alone? Nights of heavenly sin, in the House of God, I found... true love Nights of heavenly sin, in the House of God, I found... true love
: I'd been riding hard most of the night, wooded ravines on a mountain side My horse was getting tired... and so was I Up there the moon was full, down
: Upon the Cross he did not die, they tortured him, but he survived Smuggled across the open sea, to Southern France, tranquility There he married Magdalene
: So many tears in my eyes, I have to look away How can I say the word, that never should be said I lay my broken heart to rest, and so I set you free
