Look Me in the eyes and drown... "Everyone considered the man in the blue jacket as the most beautiful being they have ever seen: nuns saw on him the
Forever young in a ground so cold The splendor of your death still fresh to be-behold In your neck an open wound To spawn life into woman love And to
Awake...for all is dying, even the dead We are our Past failing to come back All of us visionaires with a rope around our neck
Your honey on coil burns, As tears drop from your grand dead womb Undesired, I fell into your being Releasing shapes inside of you Only seen in your wildest
Somos memorias de lobos que rasgam a pele Lobos que foram homens e o tornarao a ser... They awake for flesh Choose pain as a path Refuse a light To blind
As madmen, some hung head down From a long-dead tree Some discuss, all at once For no one to hear Variations on emptiness Great themes on vain glory And
Opium, desire or will? Inspiration bound from an elegant seed Subversion, through smoke I foresee Erotic motions of lesser gods in ecstasy Opium, bring
I remember her as a child Raven...on and on with her raven claws Carving...on and on with her raven claws How she lusts when she remembers The night of
Perverse: the religion of pain In each detail a world, I know you hide something...
