I whisper to the wind that throws my words against my face.
I speak words of eternal worship and dark passion.
As the moon glances at the lost words that flow cahotic
I only wish for thy darknened lips to call my name...
Bleeding... I stand alone against what i´ve conquered and lost.
Thou art the blackness and the silence embracing me.
Thou art my life and my death...
Thou art my love and my hate.
For the coldness to leave this corpse
Only your venomous kiss, for one last time, set me free.