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The greed of passions

The expression of love is equal to her mortality

Mournful like we are while hiding the reality

You once danced in me, he danced too

Both of you so mystical, both of you so venomous

Together equal don't know what's regret

Your name is love, his name is death

An eltar of grief, a grave of my heart

Penthagram on it I divide in every part

Who spoke to us

Why we're asleep

By whom it became

Who creates the reality

The reality

Moonshine lies now on your breast

Mixed with blood, condemned the rest

The entire epitaph contains all your life

Seduced was I divine was your pride

The greed of all passions changed into the doom

You felt into endless sleep, my heart cannot be renewed

My so deep wound still remains the same

And light's now only shade of grey

Who spoke to us

Why we're asleep

By whom it became

Who creates the reality

...an impact of hallucinogenic clarity

Defies that which I used to pray for

Void - entire emptiness

Descended to my heart the way raindrops fall

Someone said that

Love and death together danced

Let me awake, again...