Lirieke:
Rotting Christ A Dead Poem

up like this First passion Now is lost A dramatic dead story I killed all I have My sadness is Translated into madness I spell meaningless words A poem

: Counting the time Waiting for the crime The loss of innocence A faint reminiscence I`m in the twilight Surrounded by the night The memories have been

end up like this First passion Now is lost A dramatic dead story I killed all I have My sadness is Translated into madness I spell meaningless words A poem

: The night absorbs reality And relases fantasy It tickles my vanity And throws me into ecstasy The abbys of illusion Reveals a fairy land I am in confusion

: Let the silence talk Let my fire walk The path of despair Confess your sins if you dare I play with fear Guilt is coming near Challenge me But don

: Full moon - raise the rainbow The sea experts - prepare the bow An optical miracle - a moon as high as one It buzzes around your ears An easy day