Magic smell of bloody paradise Opens me the gates Of your endless rooms Your love pure like bodies of Them which are going to be born It's my redeeming from the Wringing of handcuffs of matter
You've given me A grave of my dreams A grave of another hero Whre with the sunfall there's Going only cooldness Only - cooldnes - of desolate - side
My soul is still full Of earthly litanies It's tormenting my mind And spreads a smell of damp Walls and priceless altars In the fusty saint temples
Your kindom - my lady Is freedom for me From agony of this old world All what I was run Aground of grave Bury in cold and darkness
I am asking for my life About the secrets of death I am asking for blinds About the colour of the world I'm dying to live
The world hankers for the gold & blood It's afraid of looking to your eyes It doesn't suspect the are full of hopes In their interior Where the space & time Are losing the sense
I'm part of your endless empire And victim of your evil-eyed beauty I'm the executioner of own life I long for your heart with the silence And I wanna be the blood on your lips And drink from The bottomless cup of oblivion
The ground of cold lethe Slowly sepulchres Fragments of my thoughts On the way in the underground There's the most beautiful choir Tones of salvation I accept the secresy Of your light