Spiritual heritage passed on to us
From awful dimensions of another galaxy.
The Queens of Abysm will present their caress.
Then eternal oblivion can be passed on to my soul
But now the intolerable weight of sins presses the breast,
My body is overthrown into roaring Malshtrem - Purgatory
«Those who have come from mirrors hurt me. I want to see the Queen - mother in the black magnificence»
And star rain will burn the emerald wound, lighting a way to freedom through the rivers of time.
I'm coming down into Eden, stepping over the rotten fruit mountains.
Eden is a garden of black flowers.
Blind Diana picking petals of my skin cuts gold strings of opium dreams.
She has been wounded by the dreams and night shroud, snow touching and wind whistling.
Her delightful clothes are star reflection.
But I can see only her sight with awful pain.
It attracts me.
Disfigured corpses, crucifixes
Sullen sight at charming wood,
The Dead Sun depraved shine,
The wood stream windy burst.
Creatures in white clothes, with clot at the mouths.
They break the bones of the dead old women.
Charming bell will respond in darkness.
The shadows will fly to a thrilling feast.
I'm coming down into Eden, stepping over the rotten fruit mountains.
Eden is a garden of black flowers.
Blind Diana picking petals of my skin cuts gold strings of opium dreams.
The flesh is visible under the shroud of smoke.
Their tongues are touching the bleeding wounds
I'm feeling the touch of their teeth to my skin.
I'm looking madly at the crosses.
In my eyes there is a nightmare,
My death is in your hands
Charming whisper beckons me into sweet night,
And only blood aroma can help me.
The flesh is broken off into pieces ...
Death and fear.
Blood-greedy fangs ...
Night and Gloom.
The stars are shining in the sky.
Trees are drowsing in night silence, hiding blood purple ground with their branches ashamedly.
She has been wounded by the dreams and night shroud, snow touching and wind whistling.
Her delightful clothes are star reflection.
But I can see only her sight with awful pain.
From awful dimensions of another galaxy.
The Queens of Abysm will present their caress.
Then eternal oblivion can be passed on to my soul
But now the intolerable weight of sins presses the breast,
My body is overthrown into roaring Malshtrem - Purgatory
«Those who have come from mirrors hurt me. I want to see the Queen - mother in the black magnificence»
And star rain will burn the emerald wound, lighting a way to freedom through the rivers of time.
I'm coming down into Eden, stepping over the rotten fruit mountains.
Eden is a garden of black flowers.
Blind Diana picking petals of my skin cuts gold strings of opium dreams.
She has been wounded by the dreams and night shroud, snow touching and wind whistling.
Her delightful clothes are star reflection.
But I can see only her sight with awful pain.
It attracts me.
Disfigured corpses, crucifixes
Sullen sight at charming wood,
The Dead Sun depraved shine,
The wood stream windy burst.
Creatures in white clothes, with clot at the mouths.
They break the bones of the dead old women.
Charming bell will respond in darkness.
The shadows will fly to a thrilling feast.
I'm coming down into Eden, stepping over the rotten fruit mountains.
Eden is a garden of black flowers.
Blind Diana picking petals of my skin cuts gold strings of opium dreams.
The flesh is visible under the shroud of smoke.
Their tongues are touching the bleeding wounds
I'm feeling the touch of their teeth to my skin.
I'm looking madly at the crosses.
In my eyes there is a nightmare,
My death is in your hands
Charming whisper beckons me into sweet night,
And only blood aroma can help me.
The flesh is broken off into pieces ...
Death and fear.
Blood-greedy fangs ...
Night and Gloom.
The stars are shining in the sky.
Trees are drowsing in night silence, hiding blood purple ground with their branches ashamedly.
She has been wounded by the dreams and night shroud, snow touching and wind whistling.
Her delightful clothes are star reflection.
But I can see only her sight with awful pain.