Perverted gleams of waning Moon
Cut mystic motives in bleeding clouds out
Beauty of laces is crushed into dust of phoenixes
Clinging to inspirating shapes of snow flakes
Theres no sky ... Blind Light
Theres no love ... Blind Light
Masquerade of dying starssorrow
In chapped bark of winter trees in zenith
Its mere play in the edge between worlds only
Worlds, which are diffused into stones of eternal megaliths
Theres no love ... Blind Light
Theres no rules ... Blind Light
Silent whispers of silver blind lights beams
In our parched skulls awake sonic implosions
Of desperate soft hate of broken human race
Kneeling in ominous sands of ruinous Time
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
