I stared trough the azure of the blind man's eyes

Beheaded Orchids in distant aeons wept

I saw an embodied angel in slumber

Withered astral wings and the body

Impaled by silver thorns...



Caressed by the breath of the serpent candle

Strangled by the withered tears that dance

The pure aorta of delivered life fades away

Torn apart lonely croons of the golden weeps

Bowed down by the profound mask of cosmic filth



DRAIN THE BLOOD OF AN ANGELS'S WING

AND GLOWING SILVER WILL BURN YOUR SKIN



Deformed by the thoughts of an ancient wish

Slithered by the fallen angel's reptile eyes

Blinded by the wrathkind of the solar Icon

Burned tongues whispered in welkin sand



DRAIN THE BLOOD OF AN ANGELS'S WING

AND GLOWING SILVER WILL BURN YOUR SKIN



Afterglowed Ilusion

Broken horizon

Impaled regrets

Burned equilibrium



DRAIN YOUR BELIEVE

YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE ANGELS ONCE DID



(I stared) into my own wept blood