Lucienne lyrics

Dead angels are our friends

May the demons smile again

And may our virtue be superior

Judge and jury, who's to blame

And in the end it's all the same

Rusty ruins with gold exterior

Like quivers hung from clouds of grey

You're getting yourself in our way

I turn the other cheek another day

Lucienne

Burn for me

In a fire of a million degrees

Burn for me

In a fire of a million degrees

Break down what stands before us

Genocides and Exodus

Folklore of a bleeding Nazarene

A paradise of parasites

Moth holes in wings of white

Hollow psalms of miracles unseen

Like quivers hung from clouds of grey

You're getting yourself in our way

I turn the other cheek another day

Lucienne

Burn for me

In a fire of a million degrees

Burn for me

In a fire of a million degrees

We are stillborn before the equinox of the Gods

And shall rise from the sound of whipping rods

Years we shall rise from the sound of whipping rods

Lucienne

Burn for me

In a fire of a million degrees

In a fire of a million degrees

Lucienne

Burn for me

In a fire of a million degrees

Burn for me

In a fire of a million degrees

Lucienne

Burn for me

In a fire of a million degrees

Lucienne

Burn for me

In a fire of a million degrees