Now is like after a funeral Leave me in this bed, in the size for my body Joined to the ground Where an empty sleep sprouts from
The distress crucifies me
Stained with blood, wounds Drenches my flesh The virgin of the night Is a bitter forbidden fruit
Sing the tune of thy voice It becomes a dark melody Which in my name is heard Depressing and false
Deep, acute, lustful Mental masturbations Gloomy war of senses Mystery that opens doors for a secret idyl
Let the mourning of absynth poison our Human veins Leave your way of thorns to be accomplice Of the earth
I crucify myself
Let the music goes on enough to cut The burning statue of fear The blood shivers in my hands Imprisoning thee in the same plot
I crucify myself
The darkness has held my heart As a damned angel possesses insane souls The death doesn't tell me anything At all It's a lusty wind It's a brief and shy sigh
Let me hear thy clamours; Crying thy figure, Veiling thy flowers.