Malasangre - The Holy Cure

1.) The Priest

Under the red light of my god
I swear at my lunatic blood
Thousand lambs before my height
Frightened souls in owned bodies
In my hands the filthy wounds
In your mouth the holy cure

Drink my blood and follow my will
I'm the god, the omen, the light
Bleeding heart in a mistic love
I want to feel your flesh in my soul
Pain and tears I swear at your god
You wish to end your life in a cage

2.) Holy Relics

Now I feel your eyes on me
Your potion flows trough my veins
I am your saint and nothing else
Is it your madness or your love?

Now I feel your touch on me
I can't move anyway and see
You come to me raping my faith
Is it your madness or your love?

3.) Confession