| Song | Death of the Lizard Queen (Necro Phaanthasma) |
| Artist | Celestia |
| Album | Frigidis Apotheosia (Abstinencia Genesiis) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Trapped inside the glass of ice, | |
| Insecta was not able to move, | |
| I thought she was dancing because of my presence. | |
| A dance of fear, a desperate way to implore my feelings to let Insecta get out Her prison. | |
| This idea of freedom was like a spear piercing my old man hand. | |
| I noticed this was painful, an old experience... | |
| I was also previously very tormented by the fact of not being able to define the identity of Insecta. I was scared and I cried tears who had the taste of blood. Then, I started to ask myself if I really knew the taste of blood... | |
| After several days of trapped pré-putrefaction, Insecta finally died. | |
| I was saddened by this regrettable fact. I had the feeling to loose a part of myself. | |
| Something I knew it existed before, but something, once again, impossible to define. | |
| I suddenly remembered the taste of Blood. The smell of Death was close of this taste. | |
| The Night after, I had expected menstruation Blood, this red liquid collapsing toward myself. | |
| But Frustration came as usual. I was not hurtled, no blood, just tears... |
| Trapped inside the glass of ice, | |
| Insecta was not able to move, | |
| I thought she was dancing because of my presence. | |
| A dance of fear, a desperate way to implore my feelings to let Insecta get out Her prison. | |
| This idea of freedom was like a spear piercing my old man hand. | |
| I noticed this was painful, an old experience... | |
| I was also previously very tormented by the fact of not being able to define the identity of Insecta. I was scared and I cried tears who had the taste of blood. Then, I started to ask myself if I really knew the taste of blood... | |
| After several days of trapped pre putrefaction, Insecta finally died. | |
| I was saddened by this regrettable fact. I had the feeling to loose a part of myself. | |
| Something I knew it existed before, but something, once again, impossible to define. | |
| I suddenly remembered the taste of Blood. The smell of Death was close of this taste. | |
| The Night after, I had expected menstruation Blood, this red liquid collapsing toward myself. | |
| But Frustration came as usual. I was not hurtled, no blood, just tears... |
| Trapped inside the glass of ice, | |
| Insecta was not able to move, | |
| I thought she was dancing because of my presence. | |
| A dance of fear, a desperate way to implore my feelings to let Insecta get out Her prison. | |
| This idea of freedom was like a spear piercing my old man hand. | |
| I noticed this was painful, an old experience... | |
| I was also previously very tormented by the fact of not being able to define the identity of Insecta. I was scared and I cried tears who had the taste of blood. Then, I started to ask myself if I really knew the taste of blood... | |
| After several days of trapped pré putrefaction, Insecta finally died. | |
| I was saddened by this regrettable fact. I had the feeling to loose a part of myself. | |
| Something I knew it existed before, but something, once again, impossible to define. | |
| I suddenly remembered the taste of Blood. The smell of Death was close of this taste. | |
| The Night after, I had expected menstruation Blood, this red liquid collapsing toward myself. | |
| But Frustration came as usual. I was not hurtled, no blood, just tears... |