H.I.M. (His Infernal Majesty) Follow

There's a flame that leads our souls astray
No one's safe from it's tender touch of pain
And every day it's looking for new slaves
To celebrate the beauty of the grave

We are like the living dead, sacrificing all we have
For a frozen heart and soul on fire
We are like the living dead, craving for deliverance
With a frozen heart and soul on fire

And again we're falling for disgrace
And the hate will shelter us from the rain
We are enslaved by the sacred hearts of shame
And gently raped by the light of day

We are like the living dead, sacrificing all we have
For a frozen heart and soul on fire

With a frozen heart and soul on fire

Addicted to our divine despair
The venom of the cross we bear
The guilt will follow us to death

We are like the living dead, sacrificing all we have
For a frozen heart and soul on fire
We are like the living dead, craving for deliverance
With a frozen heart and a soul on fire
With a soul on, soul on, soul on fire

Soul on fire
Soul on fire

There's a flame that leads our souls astray
No one's safe from it's tender touch of pain
And every day it's looking for new slaves