Look, beauty of the night in nudity dance.
Past ages, loneliness of years.
Between power of wingless angels.
Madness dance behind the curtain
And in tears.
Look on the drama, in which lasts.
Hope and fear without a body.
In rhythm of the pulse,
Tone is disturbing.
Insecure, unfinished is music of spheres.
Tomfools’ drama twisted verses.
Hide content in front of the mind.
Into infinity accomplished run.
Crowd in unreasonable chase.
Still in the same point of perfection.
However, the line of circle returns draught.
Palms are in madness, pleasures of sin.
For horror, among dark souls.

CHORUS: In absurd theatre, like a god himself.
Movement touched the sound of create.
Whisper...He makes a mistake so further.
Trembling puppet in a glance of truth.

In breathe of spirits without regular.
Hide behind transformation of scenes and parts.
He dropped from their dark wings.
The imperceptible for us pain.

Look how in existences row movement.
False voice mixes one's poison.
Mouths flush with blood whisper: ARRIVED!
From behind curtain of world. ARRIVED!
And in spasms creeps, tears are flowing.
Angelic sob of words from high falls.
Into softness of a body forced fangs.
Kiss of taste of human blood.
The weak flame gets out. Eternal vortex...
Above every creations tremble.
The last mourning act - fulfilled.
Fall with the tombstone in silence.
And angels with the pale faces.
From places rise up, tears of certainty.
In the drama of words, absurd tragedy.
Close one's eyes, weak man.

CHORUS

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