Текст песни
Your holy husband you cannot betray, the bride of christ
Give him a gift you cannot afford, grasping a cross, sooting your blame
fly in the name of love
Is jesus christ your naked man, give him a gift you cannot afford
Your bed is wet for the battle you ve fought, need satisfaction you cannot obtain, to your man hanging on the wall
into your bed hell plays its game
to your man hanging on the wall
Give him a gift you cannot afford, fly like a sinful dove, pleasure and pain you can t understand
Praying the savior, into your bed hell plays its game Dove, into your cage of purity and pain
Is jesus christ your naked man, you fantasies will carry you away Death, your holy husband you cannot betray
To your man hanging on the wall, your holy husband you cannot betray
you fantasies will carry you away
Give him a gift you cannot afford, you fantasies will carry you away, killing your thoughts
Is that what they say, sooting your blame, give him a gift you cannot afford
Your bed is wet for the battle you ve fought, into your cage of purity and pain Sinful, is jesus christ your naked man
When in the night you hear the call, killing your thoughts
restrain your wish as much as you can
Grasping a cross, is that what they say
Into your cage of purity and pain, restrain your wish as much as you can
grasping a cross
Under the sheets you play with your hands, your holy husband you cannot betray SS, fly in the name of love
to your man hanging on the wall
Your holy husband you cannot betray, fly like a sinful dove Death, your holy husband you cannot betray
pleasure and pain you can t understand
Need satisfaction you cannot obtain, open you altar and recieve the lord
fly in the name of love
Restrain your wish as much as you can, pleasure and pain you can t understand, into your cage of purity and pain
Your bed is wet for the battle you ve fought, into your cage of purity and pain
When in the night you hear the call, give him a gift you cannot afford Death, pleasure and pain you can t understand
To your man hanging on the wall, to your man hanging on the wall, pleasure and pain you can t understand
Pleasure and pain you can t understand, restrain your wish as much as you can Dove, open you altar and recieve the lord
Is that what they say, the bride of christ
pleasure and pain you can t understand
Give him a gift you cannot afford, when in the night you hear the call, under the sheets you play with your hands
The bride of christ, your holy husband you cannot betray
Into your bed hell plays its game, under the sheets you play with your hands, under the sheets you play with your hands
is that what they say
fly like a sinful dove
Killing your thoughts, the bride of christ
restrain your wish as much as you can
Sooting your blame, into your bed hell plays its game, restrain your wish as much as you can
To your man hanging on the wall, when in the night you hear the call Death, to your man hanging on the wall
fly like a sinful dove
Under the sheets you play with your hands, need satisfaction you cannot obtain
Into your bed hell plays its game, your holy husband you cannot betray
Open you altar and recieve the lord, you fantasies will carry you away
Fly in the name of love, give him a gift you cannot afford