Goddess (Of The Sad Man)

Inhale all mists from the shadows And hide before the dawn Face your mortal horror You won't be reborn Is he a proud man or just a fraud Fooling himself with a losers talk Punished to eternal vanity It's thy destiny to cry for purity You infidel slime I grace insanity Satisfy my agony I know what my goddess needs I bet there's something wrong Inside my psycho creep Fire burns within her eyes Take me to the deadly ride I remember how she was When she choked on her own pride