Profound tears -never believe me 
I am not - your abandoned angel 
By the power of spiritual weepings and nightmares 
The monumental icons of past and reptiles 
I AM THIS 
PAIN, THAT 
HURTS WHEN 
YOU ENTANG
LED RESPIR
E DISENCHA
NTMENT, AS 
WITH MY BL
OODY HAND 
MY LOVE I 
PRETEND Fulgent eyes - a glace at snow 
Meltdown - of wings and crowns 
Flatters enshrined by the essence of demon 
Neither heaven nor hell could bestow thus love 
I AM THIS 
PAIN, THAT 
HURTS WHEN 
YOU ENTANG
LED RESPIR
E DISENCHA
NTMENT, AS 
WITH MY BL
OODY HAND 
MY LOVE I 
PRETEND CO
ME BACK BE
ND OVER FO
R ME The decided love 
Before we die, a serum of hate fades trough an astral 
God...