I am the medium to treasures that pulsate in your desire among the death and the alive my regency swells at you side I give you I give blood I shall become one with God in your world the genius reads my epitaph MY ENERGY GROWS ON AND ON.
You dive into sleep find roses under the door, they seem to speak in trance of youth; "Remember who you swore to chose, girl..." I am dead, dead in love I am pale, pale enough To be dead, death I got dead in love. There may be a sky could be a sign for me to rise but without blood an energy I sand my brain waves, possibly they find their aim. Death I got... You float into sourness infected by my bite you crawl down in my castle where the beasts lie in my arms and smile so sweet. I am dead, dead in love I am pale, pela enough tio be dead, daeth I got Dead in love.