Weeds in Vogue - Confess to the Fallen

Cold death-pale moon
Be the witness of my misery
Shadow of her wintry soul
Upon me cast so suddenly

Dawn's scarlet joy
Shooting arrows of restlessness
Straight into my heart
Filled with bitter taste of love

Angels even they will fall
From grace in love
With her eyes like purest skies
In which the sinful wounds dissolved

Shall i reach your light
Flickering behind the rings of
Hell now i am poisoned
With your fake kisses spell

And i pay again
Whit my my sins for yours
Dreaming to release you
From devilish claws

Sear me with your tears
And give me a sign
Break down all your fears
And let it die... now!

Obsessive pity i felt for your sacrifice .
But on the altar i took it all
And i put roses arid gold, is that a price?
Of your courageous and so fatal fall