A dying romance, bleeding for my sensation Would Death unmask the azure of the creation? Oh, stay far from my crown of certainties A dying romance, the blindman's torch of ideals Men of stories, don't try to robe my morningstar Cause it will never shine in your eden A dying romance, withered by your naivity The scent that I perceive comes from words Which escaped your mouth of flies Selfish, fetid romance You lick the shit of this world Men's quintessence sways in streams of hope Drowning in silvercups always used at funerals Marvellous, when even Death tries to flee from you The flames leave their candles, soon they will die, too Immune to life... I'll always die In the palms of heaven, where serpents lie Bedeviled Paradise... web of all sin Ethereal shadows rise, postmortem redeemed! Selfish, fetid romance You lick with a tongue of thorns!