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Prayer To My Angel  Zachi Evenor 
 
Save me from my 
Darkest prison 
Down in the depths of Hell 
 
Your magical light 
Will put off 
Infernal flames 
 
Your charming smile 
Will rise me from 
My blackened grave 
 
Paradise Lost 
Heaven denied  
Feed on my flesh 
Drink out my blood 
Feed on my pain 
Be joy from my grief 
The fall of the moral 
The lost of belief 
 
Save me from my 
Raging hatred 
The sacred wrath 
 
One kind word 
From you can warm 
Six long winter months 
 
Your dazzling beauty 
Hold my breath 
And lose my path 
 
Paradise Lost 
Heaven denied  
Feed on my flesh 
Drink out my blood 
Feed on my pain 
Be joy from my grief 
The fall of the moral 
The lost of belief 
 
Save me from my 
Growing frustration 
Bereavement of faith 
 
You have taught me 
Bitter hate life 
And to love Death 
 
Now I ask of you 
Please reveal your goodness 
Now I pray of you 
Show me some kindness 
 
Now I beg of you 
Show me that you care 
Now that I'm completely gone 
You are smiling everywhere 
 
Full of light 
Dressed white and red 
Marked me together 
With the damned 
 
Paradise Lost 
Heaven denied  
Feed on my flesh 
Drink out my blood 
Feed on my pain 
Be joy from my grief 
The fall of the moral 
The lost of belief 
 
Save me from my 
Impending doom 
No redemption 
 
Burning as acid 
Hot as the sun 
My manic passion 
 
Our paths were torn apart 
Along with my heart 
It is still in your hand 
I lose all my blood 
I lose all belief 
There is no relief  
 
In times of past 
You showed me that 
I am unworthy to live 
 
You showed me that I'm miserable 
You showed me that I'm breakable 
You showed me that I am the beast 
That I'm pure Evil 
 
You showed me that  
I'm just a fool 
A stupid bastard 
Nothing cool 
A twisted soul 
That should be sealed  
Below 
 
You showed me that I nothing feel 
You showed me that I have no will 
You showed me that I am the beast 
A walking nightmare 
 
You showed me that 
I'm pestilence 
Full of cruelty 
And ugliness 
A twisted soul 
That should be sealed 
Below 
 
Now I ask of you 
To look again 
See all the good 
That angel can 
 
And tell me that I'm worthy... 
To you... 
 
Now I ask of you 
To spare some grace 
Give me approval 
Give me praise 
 
And tell me that I'm worthy... 
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 רציתי לכתוב 
בבמה חדשה. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
אבל אני ביישן. 
 
 
זה שמת מעשן של 
סגריות ולא 
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