You Are...

Will you tell me of your astral deep so harming?
I feel our gentle time dies. (our love cries).
My sinless tears are slowly falling down
Such a feeling you're dead, awaiting in bridal bad.

Your tristful eyes can't see my wild beauty that calls you tonight.
A whisper flies from my lips to your creeping soul
"Please rise..."
I conceived hatered for my last prey i gifted to deep hell.
But you are... my deep love. You are...
(fare well)

BEGONE! You are... my torturer. Flee!
I'm yer eternal love that i don't wannabe.
STOP! Your whispers make my spirit bleed.
I am out of feelings. I am corpse indeed.

Y was your haste, your fucking love,
Taste on your lips so high above.
You was my sense, my clean white dove.
You are... my curse, my fucking love.

I eternally long for you, slaying distance that's crowing you
I will follow your astral steps.
(You was my sense, my clean white dove).
Kindred souls shall join upstairs.
(You are... my curse, my fucking love.).

Yer last kiss has buried me.
I'm the snowflake on your hair, the rain on your face.
You're inside me deeply.
You've betrayed and disappointed true baeuty grace!

Death
Showed me your grace.
Wax on the palm...
You are... so calm.

Loneliness pushes me to the bottom of abyss.
Enchantres will come to you no more.
My sinful tears and your dried out blood
Are joined in a potion of the sad.
We are... dead. We are...

The wind is my sails, in your soul, in our heart has cut
It's scenery in cruel art