Torrential rain, Powers of unrest, Debris of my thoughts, The glorious night…
It starts the spectacle of souls abortion, Opens the script, blows the dust off. Violence and lust are praised by the wind. It gathers the audience - theatre is full. They all are right here, awaiting a sign, Longing to rip their veins out. Looking for light and the salvation, They will find none, just ashes and bones.
It's time to begin, To thrill our guests! Bring forth the rapture, Force nakedness!
Reveal all their sins, Smell their odd scent. Counting out breaths, Hit in their temples.
Torrential rain, Powers of control, Debris of their thoughts, The glorious night…
Endlessly staring at the embracing darkness It's just one more step towards their end. Their delight enormous, limitless as dawn, Tears of happiness, burst of an applause.
Their shadows are dancing, Their souls so volatile, Their throats full of the gasps, And faces mischievous…
It's time to crash Facade of virtues. Blow out the candles, Silence the marching.
Darkness descended, It seems limitless. As their pulse has weakened, Blood flows in cascades.
Of rain is this flower, Of death is this force, Without a thought is this world, This glorious night…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
