[Efthimis Karadimas / 94] Master one's grief And I walk through dying gardens Suffer martyrdom, enforced to admit my fate I came across Abysmal Feelings never met, before Audiece Thou adorned, ivy Of the thousand pleasures Apologia's withering, words echoing in silence You used to be the apple of my eye, a flame within me My armful's bleeding as the fleshy aroma still disarms Me And thorns become the carpet for my dream Come apart, in my hands, be one with your emotions Lay down to the kingdom of the auburn one Imposing view, I'm dying of touch you deep Pain you shall feel, painful Odes to flay the untouchable skin That I kiss. Don't catch me as I fall, let me touch the end Let the seas to become charmy lakes, where my soul dives, And as skies wispering my name, as clouds torn apart, Oh this misery fits me so great... but I'm lost, I feel it. Eroding, the end shall be mine Ogress, feel my vibes as you cry.