Cut This Heathen

Light of my life, bring the darkness Bring the dark so that fire shows Into

the dark, light the torches Light the torches that paint the walls Into the

night, close the circle Close the circle and wipe the stains Stain of my

life hidden art work Cut this heathen free Slow like a shivering I stall her

confessions No need for certainty, remembrance or truth Lust is the

strangest allied In memories growing Willingly sad she must have remembered

it all Martyr Hold your breath as your face gets broken torture Hold my

breath as I want to break Ride out this little storm she told me wile

bleeding I to have certain needs of bindings and hope Liar, your bodies

closing, I feel it, I feel it Martyr of lust denial lets dry out your tears

Martyr Hold your breath as your face gets broken Torture Hold my breath as I

want to break Martyr Take my hand and I'll give you guidance Martyr Take my

hand and we'll play for death Fall into sad comprehensions That I never had

Once more under open skies And the trembling achievements will pay This is

confessions and again, I live again The time must come for a closure, come

for an end To break free from the burdens and to finally transcend into the

solitude of a man in denial but until then the game Light of my life, bring

the darkness Bring the dark so that fire shows Into the dark, light the

torches Recollect the entire fall Into the night, close the circle Close the

circle and wipe the stains Stain of my you're the art work Cut this heathen

free Martyr, Hold your breath as your face gets broken Torture, hold my

breath as I want to break Martyr, take my hand and I give you guidance

Martyr take my hand and we pray for death