Enigmatic crimson tears of thirst Sensual depature, reunification of weeps Monumental caressing breath that embrace the crimson dust Floating in a kaleidoscopical
The eerie God Fulgent dust the prelude of the drowning sun Bloodstained sculptures across amorphous reliefs The angelic blaze; ancient their silent choirs
Through my monumental scars the tears I drink that taste like wine the frozen stars that cover the silence where the ash bleeds that I behold Through
Tearstained this spiritual relief Mental scars of your precious icon Obscene medieval monuments, the buried seas Dark bleeding spectrum, so attractive
I drown in bloody hands as I bury the withers of human kind Cold but fluid the spiral stygian tears The birds once wept in waters still blind Sombre
In frozen cascades of molten aeons through served clouds I danced once at one with the tears now I stay and the silk of serpent blindness betrays In
In the ornamental breathing kiss I embrace those frozen whispers of silence of two lovers at death With the leaves and the frozen seas like the tears
I stared trough the azure of the blind man's eyes Beheaded Orchids in distant aeons wept I saw an embodied angel in slumber Withered astral wings and
The abandoned moonlight bleeds in me Seduces in seconds The sculptured chest - open wide My angel a relic of God Cold the burden of past, beside essencial
As thou cut blood for blood, I am entwined in Cold tears burn my skin As an angel bleeds my hands, I'll give away my pain I am azure - NOT AN ANGEL
You bleed my buried past So strong in the inner quest You weep my wrong path I FEEL STRANGLED on this earth NEVER RELEASE ME - I AM THE HATE OF GOD
Caressed by the tearstained gale to dance across the oceans for dusk and eternal dawn Embrace me, oh moon, as with the sculptures thou did Spread thine
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Cut down your tongue in my cosmic fortress when silence is passing on Carrion angel - sing a croon of your weeping So thou reach me - the wounds will
In dawn of the moonweb sleep I spread my embracing weeps from aura dismal hunting veil those serpent autumn thorns stand still I am off the edge of
Icons embodied in flesh - that bleeds and we nail Another constant frequence, bowed down by the abstraction SILENCE - BUT ANOTHER WAR IN HELL MARTYRIUM
Shameful and obscene thou are standing before me Obsolete and stygian thine tears are bleeding Drain the curdled blood of sorrow from a culm and abandoned