Damien Songtext
von Le Le

In the heart of the coldest summer
Two desperate souls fused
Deep down in the trenches
The dark lord smiled bemused You see, it was his offspring
That the woman′s womb bruised
The demons seed poisoned within
Smoking cigarettes, drinking booze

Damien, Damien, product of our love


When the seed was born, all the willows wept
The Smiths and The Cure, made sure that it slept
All he wore was black
All he knew was rage
His very own parents
He kept locked up in a cage

Damien, Damien, product of our love