Religious/Delicious Paroles

I see you trough but you're running.
Angel in disgrace,
You won't give your soul to the devil but you know that you can.

Cold where I roam,
Tie these broken bones,
Your every finger burns like salt in the wounds.

Religious child,
Delicious in black when you're falling yet you know that it's true.
A wolf in your eyes,
Shade of moon lighten in you.
Desire.
You can't give your soul to the devil but you know that you will.

Cold where I roam,
Tie these broken bones,
Your every finger burns like salt in the wounds.
Breath from your veins,
Let me bathe from you, This I swear.
Love is the guest in the house of a death,
This I swear,
This I swear.