What can make the Angels wild
And lure the Devils nice and mild?
Is it that song of you and I,
The passion no one can deny?
What can make the sky go blue from dark
Or fires from a weakened spark?
Is it my smile that warms your soul
Beyond our reason or control?
I reign on royal throne
Naked, bleeding alone!
Life plays such a trick
Made me the Heretic ...
What does it mean to have a beauty?
Is beauty love and love is duty?
Why are we filling up the ground
And how many have the lost be found?
What soul will fly and seek
And from death's silence it will speak?
It cuts me cruel, rough and deeper,
Death becomes sweeter and sweeter...
I reign on royal throne
Naked, bleeding alone!
Life plays such a trick
Made me the Heretic ...
Travel in hope of honour, far,
We love the things we love for what they are!
Leave everything that pulls you down,
You won't have your throne but you'll have my crown!
Sink into white spiral spells
While hammers beat in your blood like ringing bells!
Cover your ears, forgive it all,
What rises now in you will never fall!
♪
I reign on royal throne
Naked, bleeding alone!
Life plays such a trick
Made me the Heretic ...
I reign on royal throne
Naked, bleeding alone!
Life plays such a trick
Made me the Heretic ...
♪
I reign on royal throne
Naked, bleeding alone!
Life plays such a trick
Made me the Heretic ...
I reign on royal throne
Naked, bleeding alone!
Life plays such a trick
Made me the Heretic ...