The shadows gathered
Whispering
Twisting deformed lips
Who talk no more
No eyes to see
No ears to hear
Condemnation
The presence of Goddess
Reborn in flesh, bathe in wine
With tearing grin forces the heart
To worship her as Goddess
Puts her merciless arms around
Clings with bloody nails
Finds its way to the heart
The presence of Goddess
Reborn in flesh, bathe in wine
Clinging with bloody nails
With tearing grin forces the heart
I feel your grace
In my body
I feel your grace
In my gutter
I feel your grace
It will be better
I feel your grace
It won’t be better
I feel your grace
It will be better
I feel your grace
I feel your grace
It won’t be better