haunting thought from below:
Did we [...] my
Dreams of love and [...]?
Do we start from reality?

Was our [bad word] through night?
Such [bad word] of my beloved?
Restless weeping [...] lost
Taste its shades with dead.

Dont' be afraid, virgin.
[...] of [...]
For thee, my love,
love that never will be.

[...] in my mind
Left its place in my thoughts.
Emotions of [...]
Time stole it and [...] existence

My beloved is [...]
My [...] sentiment.
[...] there's a god upon
Oh, don't be afraid of me, my love!

[...]
Who's that [...]
False [...]
[...]
Love is rising
I am [...]
Of not to be
Worthy of you.

The pain of[...]
During the [...] of sanity
And my [...] who [...]
Memory of scorn [...] forlorn.

Deny my [...]
My [...]
It [...] demons
Make reality [...]

[...]
Who's that [...]
False [...]
[...]
Love is rising
I am [...]
Of not to be
Worthy of you.