| From the deepest dream | |
| I caught a glimpse of the silhouette | |
| I was seduced by the purity | |
| That could never be tamed | |
| Just as times does to leave in golden fall | |
| My worst nightmare was a sweet tragedy | |
| That lifted itself over the bare trees | |
| On an agonizing, desolate and withered forest | |
| A fatal winter dwelled in my heart | |
| When she raised her eyes | |
| And shaved me the blaze of the moon | |
| And i adored her | |
| A tear falls in the loss of time | |
| Under the weak light of my being | |
| And its trail is nothing more than my soul | |
| In the form of frost | |
| Why where my prayers ignored ? | |
| Prayers from the frozen climate of my soul | |
| Pleadings from a sacred dawn | |
| Just ironic voices in my mind | |
| Whilst the honey tingled on my lips | |
| I was crucified | |
| Thrown to the passion of the night | |
| Which embraced me with its pearl towers | |
| And i knew misery | |
| A dying christ was a heresy | |
| That fell over me | |
| Through the tainted lights of an illusion | |
| Of a god that looked at me with scorn | |
| Only then could i visualize my dream | |
| My communion with her in the deepest passion | |
| Of pagan eroticism | |
| Fog is her silver veil | |
| Covering two drops of water | |
| With the most subtle dark fragance | |
| Drowning me with her movements til | |
| The outrance | |
| A like full of black roses | |
| My wife, i have shaved blood with you | |
| Underneath the shadows of the crows | |
| That taint the sky | |
| To sucumb to the beauty | |
| That pulled me down drowning me | |
| In the days in which the grave | |
| Sang for me |