A garden of seeds lost, ashen spirits embrace me in pain   Like scars that shed the plague of flames, my thirst awakes      Aceless to my feelings, inimicial to my pulse, like disease   Sand in my eyes, I am hiding from pleasure, yearning for breeze   Draw my bare tears from this melody now that I can't flee   Take refuge in me or vanish, my beauty, bring or tear the silk      To weave the drops of passion or strike the winds of misfortune   Mourning I stand, my senses in abyss, under skies of torture      Devour my womb, these obscure roots   Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom   I an crawling to feel desire   To shape your truth and fire   Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare      To dream a leaf without it's tree, to follow it's silence   I hear no sense, but a scream of lips and sighs in vastness      A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become   And it's you in every rain, in every ballet and sun   Within my nest I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart   Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar      Bear witness to my memories of flesh that will never rise   The dice of desperation reveals a black rose lays on my mind      Devour my womb, these obscure roots   Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom   I am prowling to feel desire   To yield to bounds and pyres   Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare...      A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become   And it's you in every rain, in every ballet and sun   Within my nest I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart   Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar