- Her Cruel Masque
Come to me...
When pain begins to feel as laughter
her carnal essence becomes more darker
Archangel dressed in devil dress
her perfume unchains all deathly grace.
All angels losing faith... Hidding behind of their own white wings
- Last Kiss
My tears touch the skies
secret love, secret touch, secret train
My fears like demise
don't forget my everlasting pain.
Mystic words to touch your other side
magic words from a secret world of mine
Lost kingdom is waiting for you
- Licking The Limbs Of Abyss
The parlour of such a forlorn humanity
carved in drama in the theatre of insanity
Impaling the light is lust
it is so nihilistic
Nihilism is not the issue though i adore it
extreme and sadly wicked
Extremety is something that normality can't comprehend
- My Christ Was Dark
Touch my hands and take a glimpse
where my angels refused to see
And let grief be thy guiding dead
in the graven world of me.
Oh sullen night, thy mistress bright
inflame my tears, which stopped my heart
Thus cast me now, on devil shores
- Swathe Me into Illusions
Secret figures whisper in the night
calling the darkness to cover the light
Tears from the sky falling into her eyes
nobody knows what is willing to sacrifice.
Morality of a superior imagination
inside the fool's defeated salvation
Increasig minds, brought up in vanity
- Until the Young Whore Sings
Oh night embrace your dismal child
Oh lust disgrace me again as once
Oh child tremble through the lips of purity
as the devil lick ГЎll innocence of sanity
Let your tender breasts make sanctity to lie
whore little whore make the angels cry