Profound tears -never believe me

I am not - your abandoned angel

By the power of spiritual weepings and nightmares

The monumental icons of past and reptiles



I AM THIS PAIN, THAT HURTS

WHEN YOU ENTANGLED RESPIRE

DISENCHANTMENT, AS WITH MY

BLOODY HAND MY LOVE I

PRETEND



Fulgent eyes - a glace at snow 

Meltdown - of wings and crowns

Flatters enshrined by the essence of demon

Neither heaven nor hell could bestow thus love



I AM THIS PAIN, THAT HURTS

WHEN YOU ENTANGLED RESPIRE

DISENCHANTMENT, AS WITH MY

BLOODY HAND MY LOVE I

PRETEND

COME BACK BEND OVER FOR ME



The decided love



Before we die, 

a serum of hate fades trough an astral God...