Monsters - Gothminister

We have been locked up in this evil house

It is where you live with your wicked monsters

We are the prisoners of death and decay

It is where you live, but your dreams betray

You are brave, to feel safe

In a mean caress

You are gone, you’re the one

We are praying for

Why do you believe in monsters?

Why do you believe in hell?

Why do you believe in love divine?

In your dark and twisted mind

And with the force of any evil spell

Repulsive hymns will unleash the creatures

Disturbing images of decadence

Where is the beauty between the devils hands?