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Now is like after a funeral

Leave me in this bed, in the size for my body

Joined to the ground

Where an empty sleep sprouts from

The distress crucifies me

Stained with blood, wounds

Drenches my flesh

The virgin of the night

Is a bitter forbidden fruit

Sing the tune of thy voice

It becomes a dark melody

Which in my name is heard

Depressing and false

Deep, acute, lustful

Mental masturbations

Gloomy war of senses

Mystery that opens doors for a secret idyl

Let the mourning of absynth poison our

Human veins

Leave your way of thorns to be accomplice

Of the earth

I crucify myself

Let the music goes on enough to cut

The burning statue of fear

The blood shivers in my hands

Imprisoning thee  in the same plot

I crucify myself

The darkness has held my heart

As a damned angel possesses insane souls

The death doesn't tell me anything

At all

It's a lusty wind

It's a brief and shy sigh

Let me hear thy clamours;

Crying thy figure,

Veiling thy flowers.