Monumental pleasure, undesirable wickedness
Complacency suffocates me,
Like all moral principles questions without interrogations, answers without sense
Pages to be turned, coldness to be embraced...

Before to throw me out
My graceful ghost, bliss me

You graceful face, fixed in my mind
Indirect suffering, gloomy eyes

Before to throw me knell down
My graceful ghost, haunt me

Forbidden fruits, of a secret garden
I've been feeding of them
Supreme suffering
Foolish reality, of bleeding fists

Before to throw me knell down
My graceful ghost, kill me

Silky skin pale enchantress
Asymmetric shades filthy promises
In the eyes of fear, I lay... alone...