Testo Stony Angel

Greyly hair, a dark gloomy scowl, the hands folded to prayer, see, he is missing his luck of life, his time is sqandered vain, only to accept the way of god. Years are gone Without bliss and fame. "damned is god ,I want she now, even if he lets me braice in hell. There I suffer the agony, could I once to feel her body" Virgin Mary came down in dreams Sensuality stand in her eyes Boundless greed excite her body And stiffs his finally lasciviousness robs his mind and chastities precious attire. In her glossy eyes he sees himself laying in chain, nailed on a cross the loins wraped in a touch of cloth he is handed over to the claws of desire Threatening, like an animal, sensual, like a tart She´s taking the wing of the stony angel