Filthy Angels

Drops of rain are lashing faces of misery
He is lying, he is not alive, not dead
He is not dreaming, not awake

Staring at the moon
Like a lonely tramp
By the deep rivers shore
Those three pretty faces
on the cover Of the moon

Doughters of the moon
They went to better side of reality
Doughters of the moon
Crying and weeping like
those filthy Angels in the doom

You were so pretty, so soft
I had to satisfy my lust
Please forgive me
I can´t heal myself
I am on your grace

Staring at the moon
Like a lonely tramp
By the deep rivers shore

Doughters of the moon
Gave him tender touch
and something more
Doughters of the moon
Killed him by the deep rivers
shore