Paroles de Harlot

Harlot The withered thorns that caress my tainted flesh The shattered halo that shattered all our dreams We've been condemned by the pages of false hope We've been caressed by each others' lives in death Blood stained sheets Mask our grief Will render out tryst incomplete Trudging through the carcass of what used to be a living world Ten-thousand lovers of Gods forgotten child We take our mark while on bent and bloody knees Not saved alone but together we are exile