I Kissed pilato's Hands and touched the Nails in JESUS' ones Making the Favourite jewels of my wife with His collapsed eyes In the Pure Waters of Baptism, I have baths of Iconoclast Youth On the Humilated Cross of CHRIST, I hang on the Ghosts of moral Slaveries
Two Thousand Years and I realised Vatican's foundations Rise-up on Earth entralis Two Thousand Years and I realised Vatican's columns Are full of Reptiles drenched with wasted prayers My Flight is now nocturne, Unsoiled by Celestial Trinities Your Beloved God, my once UNREQUESTED Shelter
I saw him drowning in my Excrements in the Dim Light of a no-Consolation oracle I Won't be Chained to you Forever I Won't be Victim of My Human Desire
My flesh not praying for Mercy anymore, and my Soul has gone Leaving a Black web on its Place... ...a black Web Devourin the once deposed Egg Gift of an eighteen years Soul Trascendence
I, the Delivered Treasure I, Field of Misery I, Enfeebled Cobweb I, the Mirror Phobic, the Neo-Phobic I, Marbre Noir I, Shadow of Myself I, TragoediaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
