LYRICS
BEAUTIFUL SUICIDE / Beauty, embraced by the sacred silence; Pierced to a tree, a mangled piece of flesh on display: My spirit lay at his feet mourning, while my hands strike his dying body. The very lips that drank of his cup are the very lips that curse him. End my life, so I may live in you. I live as the Pharisee, wearing a crown of shame. I dress my spirit in mockery, cloaked in the robes of a whore. It weeps in agony, crying out to be free. It weeps for the suicide of flesh, and the rebirth of beauty. Take my sins, in the baptism of the sacred waters, While my tears of blood baptize in sorrow. Bells toll, while this horrible corpse rots in hell. Sacred Father, let my soul caress the beauty of Jesus Christ.

JEZEBEL'S WHORE / The raven cries for my forlorn heart, as the voice of God shrieks in agony. In disgrace, I hide my face from Him, weeping bitterly under the burden of my transgressions. Alone in my despair, She whispers a love song of my remorse. What once was sacred, now lay tarnished in the crypt of this man. An angel sings a requiem, as a prayer of sorrow fades. I kissed her scarlet lips. Her tainted words fell from my mouth. Drinking from the chalice of sin, Her wine coats this dry throat in dust. A tongue that tasted the sweetness of honey and milk, now tastes the bitterness of ashes. Sacred God, take thine eyes away from me, for I am ashamed. Your priest wails in lament, a requiem shrieked out of tune. Your beauty, I'm unworthy of. I kissed her Scarlet lips, and became Jezebel's whore. as she whispered a song of lament. Her words fell from the mouth of your priest. Damnation embraces me, Sacred God, I am unworthy of thee.

MOTHER'S SORROW, FATHER'S REGRET / Birthed in pain, born into anguish, a child condemned to solitude. The beauty of laughter is silent, weeping echoes in his fortress. Tears drown the spirit. The seed of shame planted in the womb of despair. A mother's sorrow, A father's regret. Tears that soothed the childhood, leave deep scars to haunt this man. Solitude becomes a life sentence, chained to nothingness. Hurt becomes the mother, Agony becomes the father. Loneliness becomes his mistress. I live a mother's sorrow, I die a father's regret.

SORROW OF THE CRIPPLE / Agony screams through out this contorted frame of a man Flesh hangs, clinging to bones of rot. This body suffers as a lame. Every breath a mother's shame. Cursed to this, living in damnation. Tears like acid born. With each sob, angels mourn. Brittle hands reach out. Prayers are whispered. Take the pain of scorn. All I have to offer is my crown made of thorn. Sores leave the flesh torn. In sorrow angels morn. A mother's agony, in shame I'm born. My lips seek the feet of The Holy One. I'm covered in the crimson of sin, crying out to be adorned in the purity of snow.