"As the streaks of fog & dust fade   A sight of grey ashes & soft limbs cut   The cold steel weapon, bleeding the emotion   Is the weight of pain on an old heart"      Sour blood streams freshly from my caged soul   The strange apathy of the sky-shameless to weep   How was I betrayed-my faith was so pure   The hate I resent-stalking blasphemy may be the cure      From falling steep-a broken man in guilt   To become fulfilled-from the vows to the dark needs      The winter strips the human shell from it's virginity   The winter grows & nourishes towards a dark-melancholy   The castle of trust & faith crumbles, and creates the path   The path on which will lead him from the relic of the past      Oh, god of harmony & filth   How the fresh air creates music   Blister, bitterness they ask   The witches have done their task   To seize an emotion and then, to cage it in your palm   Vexatiously trespass and pull it out of my poor, vulnerable heart   That material, which emotions are made-of   Replenish that morose void with repertoires of treason      "I anoint thee to scar the spring"      I caress the exact spot, which I once assaulted   I can feel those crooked lanes which force a mountain to bleed   To fly & crow a curse on places never seen   I hope, I beg, I crave for a raven's twisted dream      From falling steep-a broken man in guilt   To become fulfilled-from the vows to the dark needs