Tearstained this spiritual relief  Mental scars of your precious icon  Obscene medieval monuments, the buried seas  Dark bleeding spectrum, so attractive    My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear    A crimson kaleidoscope, shapeless and shaded  to memories of frozen stars  Whispers, like fragments of silence  The serenade for your scars    Subterreanean portals, the burial tearful tales  Weeps the travelling mirrors of thinity angels    Impaled tears, the fading memories  Stoned flowers across innocence of sapphire lakes  Sombre so cold the loom of midnight cries    My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear    Frozen by the breath of the gloomy dark  I spread my heart  like a rose in the pale autumn lurks    My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear