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O'angels come to guide me in my sacred land Thine holy glance enlights my chamber Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts A 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 corrupting 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 A wince, just to regret To wear a willow A 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 SongtexteO'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 Aus Songtexte Mania