desire of power
 

My darkest secrets are like bitter wine
the first taste is awfull, but the addiction stays
I can't get enough of thinking 'bout the revenge I'll never have


in my restless heart the desire lies
to climb the endless winds of your last breath
and to finaly reach the clouds of lost blood


how beautifull you are, when you're broken down
how tastefull your blood is, when it's still warm
how gratefull I am, as I know I can hurt you

allthough I never will…