Strike your lust into my heart and call it love
You fucking call this love?
Worship my form, glorify my name
If God only knew the rest are dead
Burning cupid in the process
Burning cupid in the process
Sacrificed on the alter now only broken wings are left
To remind us of obsolete desolation and accusations
Of this fallen infidel (Of this fallen angel)
If God only knew, if God only knew
Now the rest are dead
Burning cupid in the process
Killing your soul, killing your soul
Killing your soul, killing your soul
Killing your soul, killing your soul
Killing your soul, killing your soul