I'm dozing into cage of hate My clay's reposing somewhere near The sleepy wadding blocked up access To door outside. I adjure to deliver Oh let me see
"For me there exist only the path by which I wander. This is any way, which has heart or is able to have heart. Thus I follow the path and the sole worthy
Crystal wall. Avarice. Prone on sod in profusion I'm missing you. Misbelief. Theatrics of delusion. I mesmerized by own rave I persuaded that it is true
My Death is in earnest. It's the logical end (of mine). I must go to the mysterious Land. The Absolute now may be slaked. The Past crumbling away. My
I was awoken under tree And its color - grey The flowing sap is on my knees No, I couldn't slay Whose blood it was and am I right To see my arms in red
Waves hold me down But doesn't take away my breath Gulls're flying up To very azure stately surface They're flying up And trying kiss my pallid lips I
Harmonize my raving Lay your hands upon my heart D_you see ropes me strangled Stifle so hard Mystify my reason Tell me: There_s only fake Decorate my
Once upon the time I was traveling, Burthened with a Task. Sad'n'aweary. The Gloaming inside of me deepened with my ache. No one can be free, and no one
I_m falling down from sky I_m seeing you far beneath Eternal, everlasting fly Like tender drops onto your eaves I_m falling down to you I don_t afraid
I touch your neck, I feel the heat The Nature of mine has to bleed I have to hurt, I have to drink The silly ending of my dreams I am dwelling like vampire
I know the endless expanse. I've seen the Origin of light. Beautious Aught directs me, Giving knowledge of that, that is mine. In depth of my old despair
Sometimes you wish to be dead - It's a way to the outside. Run away in absolute dark You save your own hide. No more forces in the veins, You'll act bona
Epigraph: Parva Domnus, Magna Quies Solo: Collapse Of Entity Wash me, a saving Sky. Set me free from their misfortunes. Lave me, a gentle Ether. The
Deception is not in your lies Oblivion is not in my self A lovely day in bloody cries The pervert way to my private hell Just walking on the leathal blade
Vertaling: Selfs cogitans. Sad Millionaire.
Vertaling: Selfs cogitans. Nog PiMpIn "Penne (Nawfside Meksikaanse).
