Burning flesh, dripping with sweat, used in a world like a paralysed snake, charmed and enchanted by the Babylon whore. Angel born from bones, from the ghost she grew within, rise up the spirits to see her, be mine, be my battle queen! I, I, I, I could not remember how it was when we first met. God of murder brought his crown, scars with one foot, seven cents. Here we come together, unmasked the light of day. Enchanted flesh and liver, rise here we come as one. A crown to be made of stone, the iris of the bones. Her eyes are dark with fire as they have never been found. I, I, I, I was a slave, and now I'm in the hell. Converted into a snake, the corpse will breathe. Angelus is whispered like a wind. He roars from the towns of Wintertown to be mine, be my battle queen! I, I, I, I, I was a prisoner, a slave from which he came. My head crushed in blood, rejected from the king awake. We kissed the distance from beneath, a love unto our bones. The deep shards of their bones are filled with the soul. Dark and grim with fantasy, the cold is all we knew. We cried out for victory with the sweetest songs of all. Flavoring in the sauce, our lives were dimly dark. All the greed of life is long dead and wicked. I, I, I, I, I was a slave, and now I'm in the hell. Angelus is whispered like a wind. He roars from the towns of Wintertown to be mine, be my battle queen! I saw the sun come to the earth, and now the world comes down. I see my fate, and I can't hide from all you've done to me. Angelus is whispered like a wind. He roars from the towns of Wintertown to be mine, be my battle queen!