| Song | Handmade God |
| Artist | Moonspell |
| Album | Sin / Pecado |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
| For that viper that grows inside your head | |
| She remains there waiting to be fed | |
| Self made parasite speculating about the end | |
| (I ask you) | |
| Can you forgive her? | |
| Back into the womb of this holy woman | |
| Else pregnant of an entire breed | |
| Of men afraid to create, (to) take place and to proceed | |
| (I ask you) | |
| Can you forgive them? | |
| They promised me a miracle | |
| A private god for me to hold | |
| Can you forgive me? | |
| They promised me a miracle | |
| Someone to really really love | |
| Can you forgive me? | |
| Your handmade god | |
| Is back into your womb | |
| Is it right to indulge on an ecstasy | |
| Of creating a god that sees what I see, | |
| Looks exactly like me, rather what I (what I) wanted to be | |
| Can you forgive me? | |
| For that viper that grew inside my head | |
| For having betrayed you so well | |
| Can you forgive me? | |
| They promised me a miracle | |
| When all my crimes will be just one | |
| But now is gone. | |
| They promised me a miracle. | |
| Back to your womb it feels so cold. |
| zuo ci : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
| For that viper that grows inside your head | |
| She remains there waiting to be fed | |
| Self made parasite speculating about the end | |
| I ask you | |
| Can you forgive her? | |
| Back into the womb of this holy woman | |
| Else pregnant of an entire breed | |
| Of men afraid to create, to take place and to proceed | |
| I ask you | |
| Can you forgive them? | |
| They promised me a miracle | |
| A private god for me to hold | |
| Can you forgive me? | |
| They promised me a miracle | |
| Someone to really really love | |
| Can you forgive me? | |
| Your handmade god | |
| Is back into your womb | |
| Is it right to indulge on an ecstasy | |
| Of creating a god that sees what I see, | |
| Looks exactly like me, rather what I what I wanted to be | |
| Can you forgive me? | |
| For that viper that grew inside my head | |
| For having betrayed you so well | |
| Can you forgive me? | |
| They promised me a miracle | |
| When all my crimes will be just one | |
| But now is gone. | |
| They promised me a miracle. | |
| Back to your womb it feels so cold. |
| zuò cí : Moonspell, Ribiero | |
| For that viper that grows inside your head | |
| She remains there waiting to be fed | |
| Self made parasite speculating about the end | |
| I ask you | |
| Can you forgive her? | |
| Back into the womb of this holy woman | |
| Else pregnant of an entire breed | |
| Of men afraid to create, to take place and to proceed | |
| I ask you | |
| Can you forgive them? | |
| They promised me a miracle | |
| A private god for me to hold | |
| Can you forgive me? | |
| They promised me a miracle | |
| Someone to really really love | |
| Can you forgive me? | |
| Your handmade god | |
| Is back into your womb | |
| Is it right to indulge on an ecstasy | |
| Of creating a god that sees what I see, | |
| Looks exactly like me, rather what I what I wanted to be | |
| Can you forgive me? | |
| For that viper that grew inside my head | |
| For having betrayed you so well | |
| Can you forgive me? | |
| They promised me a miracle | |
| When all my crimes will be just one | |
| But now is gone. | |
| They promised me a miracle. | |
| Back to your womb it feels so cold. |