Heaven and Hell

Snow me some tears of sweet Heaven
so i can moan out of joy and elation
The Kings of void taught me tales of illusion
and the child with no name pledged for my posthumous fame

People abide in the light of creation
still they forget how to bloom in one's life
Is it any wonder that fame grows its feathers in shadows
but its thorn grows and feeds of thy pain

Snow me flakes that are sowed in Hell's bedlam
so i can grow and prosper as sane
The whores of men fell in love with dark angels
and our doom came to pass

in no vain

People seek the sweet fever of wisdom
but they forge their sore fate in drained veins
Is it any wonder that shame smothers echoes of conscience
as our leper skin thrives in God's name.