THE SPIRITS WEPT 

On the other side I opened the hand before me
I walked across tears on which angels are nailed
I cut down the weeping face
but the spirits tried to weep again - in my breast

...and through oceans and sheeps
I stare like a philosopher
Constant I crawl across the mud of the aeons ice
and above the nightfall
there lies a symbolic hand
like dewdrops on a withered leave - spirits weeps

The sun leads your cold and dying hand to a dart
and like with other tears you pull it in my heart

Now, come closer to me, so I can put myself away
What do you expect from me,
while standing on my position?
Last words - a play on tears - depature of cosmic God

I dream your dreams - I breathe the different kind
I stay on a small chair, but for you its a serpent world
NOT FAR AWAY

Costal angels on depature not drowned
I am afraid of the outside paradise,
when watching into waters
but with an astral knife I split my heart
My flaming tears will be flattered - by wept spirit tears

THIRDMOON 

I am thirdmoon and deliver my wrath
I am thirdmoon and deliver my pain

I stood shoulder to shoulder among devils,
While i saw my bode dying
So the dreams abandoned by my Carrion heart,
Felt into dimensions where the wise man lies
Crystal blood - is all I believe in
I've abducted God - to crown myself

I am thirdmoon and deliver my wrath
I am thirdmoon and deliver my pain

I saw dreams of my astral tears
So i cut out my seduced eyes
Precious solar icon sphere
In whores of the devious wrath
Crystal blood - is all I believe in
I've abducted God - to crown myself

Turn the side of delusion, but the truth will be veiled
Cosmic solution
The scars of aghast bane that bleed in water deep
An enigmatic perfume of life - I INHALED

TIMELESS DISSENT 

Tearstained this spiritual relief
Mental scars of your precious icon
Obscene medieval monuments, the buried seas
Dark bleeding spectrum, so attractive

My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear

A crimson kaleidoscope, shapeless and shaded
to memories of frozen stars
Whispers, like fragments of silence
The serenade for your scars

Subterreanean portals, the burial tearful tales
Weeps the travelling mirrors of thinity angels

Impaled tears, the fading memories
Stoned flowers across innocence of sapphire lakes
Sombre so cold the loom of midnight cries

My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear

Frozen by the breath of the gloomy dark
I spread my heart
like a rose in the pale autumn lurks

My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear

TRANSCEND THE SECOND TWILIGHT 

Blessed deviation of departed scars
Edging relic the blast of one tears immaculateness
Converting twilight
that obscure those carrion caresses!
and. gentle pure the blood on my tongue dissolves

Empyrium
where tears stand still

The candles obscure
the tears inside their soft sleep
and the naked night cries cold beside
Equilibration, golden stream of moonweb so pale
Stygian welkin monument that frozen trinity tears

Empyrium
where my tears stand still
Empyrium
Where my tears only invisible flows

TRANSCEND
and gentle pure the blood on my tongue dissolves

Empyrium
where tears stand still
Empyrium
Where my tears only invisible flows
invisible hurts!!!

UNLEASH THE SOUL 

I am the visionary of your secrets
I am the witness for the presecution
Sentenced to burn!
I break up your womb!
Unhook your child from within
Death to your divine amnesty
Those angels have never been for you!

Bury the earth you fucking liar!
For my salvation I have sworn to bleed
So do as me!

Shut up! Why do you think that you are supreme?
I take a knife and do what has to be done

Not a man can live forever
In vengeance I will be reborn

Fuck off with the lies that made you blind!
Ungodly severance - the spark has failed

Not a man can live forever
In vengeance I will be reborn
See us in hell...

VELVET THORNS 

The eerie God
Fulgent dust the prelude of the drowning sun
Bloodstained sculptures across amorphous reliefs
The angelic blaze; ancient their silent choirs
Torn apart the pure aorta of apathy

Dissolution of gentle seas, the lost brilliance
Hateshaped the billow of thorns
How should I enthrone my pain

I have no more tears that
embrace my pure parfum
seduced my by mournful gale
the blood will never return

I have no more weeps that
caress the stoned heart
at one with a mournful tear

Artesian well the aphorism in it is deep
Aura of aghast bane the disburden of azure
Diurnal sleep the eerie bloodstained God