Part I: Denise, Jacques and the dying Spirit An angel without wings trampled by his desires Blinded by deception of an endless and painful love Bitter tears run down her cheeks so pale, turning to red The inner deepest agony corrodes heartbeats ...bringing to madness
A silent scream of the dying spirit Baptized form the cradle to the grave Life, swept away! Her image reflected by a ripple mirror And the hands whose praised a gift of god Left her heart… to drown!
The last tempting wish, holding the hands of her mother Into the metal-tub, full of water and pain They went to clean her doll, dirty and worn out But only one comes back, because the infant ... is dead
She cries for her inconceivable deeds Detecting reality through his dismal heart
Is this the essence of love? Masochistic passion on the white skin of her pure body A shiny knife, it cuts, leaving scars and livids to fulfill a mental depraved satisfaction Obsessed by dominion of unaware women’s souls
Subdued by the obsession of losing him Aborting, without tragedy, in the name of deep passion Disowned, cast away and insulted An empty shell lost in solitude
Is this the promise of pain? Masochistic passion on the white skin of her pure body A shiny knife, it cuts, leaving scars and livids to fulfill a mental depraved satisfaction Love will show me the worst face of the beast
Part II: The voice of Christine Back to the humid womb once again… A womb made of bitter water and cold iron walls It must b my prison… A prison for the unborn who once dreamed of life
But here is so dark, so cold, so old Could eternity be just a humble grave? All I still feel is the deep, intense pain The pain of birth and then to come back here again Again… Again… Again…
No more light as my tears melt with water My lungs filled once more with heavy liquid For me life was just a sweet dream As for you death will be…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
