Drunken of perfume of a obscure dirge I hold the dreams within my tears ...and fall asleep... in a sulky dusk, forgotten in the vein of obscurity.
Now tearful I shut my eyes...weeping for thee as widow's weed tears.
Under acrid clouds of desirable darkness lost I kiss the plough seed wiyh passion but the effluvium of breath confound me... atudded with bitter teras in admiration...I infatuate the wine in black blanket of nightfall but I behold a fine thread deify the sublime flame in the dark rivers of a undying dusk.
¡Oh! Heal my wounds in weedy meadow of night...taste to taste...embrace my wail with pride.
Under a graven kiss of darkness
In silence fall with thee... Wrapped in sweet petals of ire & drenched of Sorrow...
...And thus, dressing in mourning, still wish a blossom's tear...embraced by sullen veils of nightfall.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.