The wolves howl for Moon's masterpiece
Seduction of the cruelty cutted lips
Hate and love in raw meat
Burning and bloody kisses
The candles´ flames illuminates your body, in hay bed, lying you. My eyes reflects your face, between flames and scythes, mouldy honor
Involving enchantment of the spells and lights
Torment silence of the insane mind
The predictive legend of prayers and crosses, delirium and ecstasy of the profane meat
The night veils had covered your bright
Pa**ion broken for the wire of the razor, your faith were your proper gag and your desire weaved your shroud
Skin torned for the fate's nails, blood in the mouth, pleasure, pain. Tears of lust, instinct. The loss on the love's creed