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