With her erotic charisma
She´s like a knife inside my head
She´s wearing high heels
And got the spirit of the dead
I want to taste your chilling grace
Why can´t I be your cosy grave
Like a grail to drink from
Like a testament to make
Black Angel - Black Angel
She´s burned into my mind
Black Angel - Black Angel
There´s no truth that I can find
Let me follow you - for I will be your willing slave
She´s like a knife inside my head
She´s wearing high heels
And got the spirit of the dead
I want to taste your chilling grace
Why can´t I be your cosy grave
Like a grail to drink from
Like a testament to make
Black Angel - Black Angel
She´s burned into my mind
Black Angel - Black Angel
There´s no truth that I can find
Let me follow you - for I will be your willing slave