Candidate of silence,
make your path with glory
past of absinthe story
fill my hand with dust

many years gone ashes
this way you still cold
scarlet river's flow
on your sinful lashes

walk your street without me
taste the faith alone
never think to roam
mask all ways to home

 [bad word] you bring to morrons
paying debt to horror
i can not release you
or freeze you my one

dressed evening sounds
heard that night before
rival strings of lore
scratching bleeding wounds

cerise glass, you see?
i just started this song
let me bare my fangs
stormy crimson sea

incarnate and pleasant
new look fair inception
septic fever breed
leaning on a reed

silent room enigma
obfuscation traum
morning final round
revelation.sigma