Lyrics:

O`angels come to guide me in my sacred land Thine holy glance enlights my chamber Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts A gentle thrill I'm crowned with thorns Who will remember this ? Quiet doms of whispering circling in my head Collapsing mental boundries Draconic lips of mine And angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdom O`angels find their sacred land In my debility they bloom Kill my flesh Kill my skin Cure my sore Cure my belief A wince, just to regret To wear a willow A wince, just to regret self - sacrifice To wear the willow- lost within And grieve for what I've lost - a mournful eye My thirst for life embodies prayers at night I sentence myself - a wilful execution Disclaiming innocence indeed O`angel find their sacred land in mine What they have never dared to be O`angel find their sacred land in mine Where they can be what they greed O`angel find their sacred land in mine For they can still make me believe O`angel find their sacred land in mine For they have crowned me ...... ......Crowned with thorns