Amorphis - Goddess (Of The Sad Man)

Inhale all mists from the shadows
And hide before the dawn
Face your mortal horror
You won't be reborn

Is he a proud man or just a fraud
Fooling himself with a losers talk
Punished to eternal vanity
It's thy destiny to cry for purity
You infidel slime
I grace insanity

Satisfy my agony
I know what my goddess needs
I bet there's something wrong
Inside my psycho creep
Fire burns within her eyes
Take me to the deadly ride
I remember how she was
When she choked on her own pride