“I’d freeze this moment in time and go
to any length upon my heart’s desire.
I wish I’ll never feel the chill
that comes after the death of fire.
I thirst for the angel, I lust
May Hell swallow future and past!
Now I burn, and the fire within
Scorches the scarlet letter of sin.”

One flightless bird embraces another
It’s fire and ice, sizzling hot
No shadow and no cover
Shame easily forgot
One shining angel and a princess
Who only craves his embrace
Rewrite in the language of kisses
The holy book of sinful grace…