Stony Angel

Greyly hair, a dark gloomy scowl,
the hands folded to prayer,
see, he is missing his luck of life,
his time is sqandered vain,
only to accept the way of god.
Years are gone
Without bliss and fame.

"damned is god ,I want she now,
even if he lets me braice in hell.
There I suffer the agony,
could I once to feel her body"

Virgin Mary came down in dreams
Sensuality stand in her eyes
Boundless greed excite her body
And stiffs his finally
lasciviousness robs his mind
and chastities precious attire.
In her glossy eyes he sees himself

laying in chain, nailed on a cross
the loins wraped in a touch of cloth
he is handed over to the claws of desire
Threatening, like an animal, sensual, like a tart
She´s taking the wing of the stony angel