Fallen stars Under the quiet sun of Capricorn Will I embrace the madrigal of streams? Within the sheltered darkness of my flesh Suffering the astral pain
Harvest
The Ever grey fields of souls remembrance where frigid lovers bleed to death The mourning light shall bury the secret When heavens are dropping with black seed of Doom
Like ghosts upon mercury sleep we lie awake The dismal lovers tied to a sharp immediation By the warm blood of the stars
As the lifes Shepherd has lost all hope Granted to burn in solid stakes of the world To walk this heaving earth In cursed procession
When it all ends in desolated ruins The child of Saturn awakes with ashen wings (into the bliss of wind) drifting against the stream