A never ending sunset announces her name, one sun forever crawling through the filth, seeking shelter from its eternally doomed existence, seeking for the twilight that shall never come. A frail breeze of her fragance announces her voice, the fierce thunder that shakes these ashen planes, convultions of emotions never felt, glorious tremor of desire and fear. For the liquor has been poured over the lotus, and its sweet nectar, turned into bitter truth, pushes me towards this chasm, to the dusk once more, the same that so desperately the sun seeks for. The clasp at the end of the chain, swings back and forth, as its links, so carefully wrought through ice and flames, strain to keep us bond, enslaved to a prison that neither of us wanted. So fiercely her eyes burn me as her chant is sung, both her visage and chants have jinxed me, to the everlasting despair of the sun, neither dusk, neither dawn extols upon this sky. The path to the light of her blackened eyes, is finally revealed upon the grisly horizon, I want to break free from these blackened chains, to finally demolish this prison, Wel shall cling to our own skin, should we fall in the abyss, to fall in the blooming orchids of the depths below, to see the twilight split our firmaments apart, or behold the sun finally reach for his moon.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
