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In the temple of lust

Where pleasure of flesh

Is melting to blood

She’s dressed in a shroud

And she walks on thorns

Night gets darker and darker

And slowly candles become

Images of god

One more time,

Wolves will bite her…

Spoiled,raped and naked

She cries alone.

She just can keep face and whisper

Peace of mind is her only désire

Welcome into jail of flesh

Treated as an animal

Forced by hate

Men superiority overcomes

This miserable creature

She just can endure

This endless torture

Abondoned by love

Forgotten by hope

She’d like to close her eyes

And disappear somewhere

Release her wings

And fly away…