Belfegor - Holy Whores, Burning Virgins lyrics

Holy who*es and buning virgins The torn velvet curtain of time No crystal kingdoms anymore No roses which set love aglow with their bloody crimson Only angry peaks of the mountains of oblivion And their grim shoulders Clad in the rays of the scarlet planet Full of dreams ruffled by heatred They reach when the suns go quiet Where the black wolves devour the stars And inhale air into their rotting lungs with a hiss The scarlet totem of harlots rises And the fire has devoured the kingdom of white ladies No cystal kingdoms anymore No roses which set love aglow with their bloody crimson