The black iris devours pictures in silence   The image of devils light my consonance   The I of consolation   The eye of consolidation      Graves are the garden trees   Dead all flowers and so are we   Silent moves of the summer flies   Engraved clouds below divided skies   Insect influx, the scent of the dogs   My sweet flower, and insect on the cross      Darkly wise odour of the evil tongues   Odious and devious   I despise   Jinx of eden   Black paradise      Lips of times of secret   Murmur evil sprouts   Purges the redeemer   Purge      The angel of voices   Injected by silence   Last breath of nails   Needles and icons   The eye of consolidation   The I of consolation   Taste the lips of ancient pleasures   Eat the fruit of darkly treasures      Darkly wise odour of the evil tongues   Odious and devious   I despise   Jinx of eden   Black paradise