She is my hell and my chapel
I confess to Her lips but still
burn like Her kisses, ten rows of
sanctuary lamps scream at me
I must atone, atone, atone
extinguish them, trace your shadow
on my flesh and anoint me here
in your chapel, your sweetest hell
Sinner
She is my hell and my chapel
I confess to Her lips but still
burn like Her kisses, ten rows of
sanctuary lamps scream at me
I must atone, atone, atone
extinguish them, trace your shadow
on my flesh and anoint me here
in your chapel, your sweetest hell