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Waiting for the other side to show us the glory ...

Tremendous gorgeous Church of the Wicked

Open your gates and grant us the Bowl

For we are the Martyrs of the Fall - bless us

Rise, My Dearest, as we become one

Hand in hand, side by side, burying torture

We take this Eden ... saved at last ...

Embrace me, as the ground around my coffin

For I am empty now, empty as a god's throne

Searching for the most miserable grave at the cemetary - I found myself

buried yet times ago in this long lost era

symbol of my contemporary non-existence

Where have I been, where will I go

Insanity .... Elysium of the Mad

Clouds at the eve of a desert past

Tantalizing and desperate passion in a swamp of tears

I am staring at the Moon, so dark but serene

Longing for my time to come

Finally, an infinite ardour, I hail your arrival

The sun descended, blackened skies

Night, I can taste her sweet breath

Night, she licks my shade

Hidden in your invincible fortress of self-will

You are saved from the Army of Wisdom

Nevertheless one day the walls will collapse

Then I'll welcome a fragile virtue

Nude ... reveal your secrets

Near a Lake of Sorrow

a man met the Death

His last words for the widow

are meant to forget

I am watching you but I am losing you

My Goddess, shelter me

Carry me, before I drown in tears and misery

From the darkest depths of my lonely soul

an overwhelming petrification arose and

stole my broken strength

Blood once meant life to me

It became nothing but a Lake of Redemption

Suffering beyond death,

cannot forget and leave her

Please come with me

What will be left of us,

when we are dead ...