Scars Of Greed (Crowned with thorns)
 [bad word] to guide me in my sacred land
Thine holy glance enlights my chamber
Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts

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 [bad word] 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

wince, just to regret
To wear a willow
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