Look Me in the eyes and drown..."Everyone considered the man
Forever young in a ground so coldThe splendour of your
Awake...for all is dying, even the deadWe are our Past
Your honey on coil burns,As tears drop from your grand
Somos memórias de lobos que rasgam a peleLobos que foram
As madmen, some hung head downFrom a long-dead treeSome discuss,
Opium, desire or will?Inspiration bound from an elegant seedSubversion, through
I remember her as a childRaven...on and on with her
Perverse: the religion of painIn each detail a world,I know