Irritation, hollowness An impact in my lack Your pure soul is a marvel in this dark world Your beauty creates a whirlwind in my dead chest Your presence wakens creatures in the churchyard Your kindness aching softly in my torn heart Like a witches spell you control me Exposed to all my occult inclinations Your thoughts are echoing my own ones Your pure soul is a marvel in this dark world A marvel in this dark world A marvel in this dark world Your pure soul is a marvel in this dark world Your beauty creates a whirlwind in my dead chest Your presence wakens creatures in the churchyard Your kindness aching softly in my torn heart Like a witches spell you control me Exposed to all my occult inclinations Your thoughts are echoing my own ones Your pure soul is a marvel in this dark world A marvel in this dark world A marvel in this dark world