My veins dropping on this lightened path
When my sight praticing this dazzle
The cruel image penetrating my yes
Feather dirty of blood
Dying angel blaming my choose with their inexpressive gazes
Isnt true that paradise is light?
I reach the witheness with suicide
Tasting my blood o cherubins
And feeling the taste of a mortal existence
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
