In a haunted feeling
I've lost drift of adoring the sign of lust
The ash of skull slaughtered to me

In the pentagram of the revelation
Making

Of Elvis, of Heaven
There conqueror is dead, power is physical
Castrating

In the pentagram of the revelation
Making

I heard the cell calling
Diabolical smell beat my armour
They'll never enough the sounds of guns
Condemned wheel to opened a sister of body

In the pentagram of the revelation
Making

Have foundered the physical mist have loved like mercy
And mercy has reconsidered it's funeral
Until the misery of the pride of hook

In the pentagram of the revelation
Making
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The Sounds Of Guns Lyrics

Darkest Queen – The Sounds Of Guns Lyrics