On this morning with hollow eyes clung deeply into the sky
I believe you are the perfection of the solitary man.
In order not to ascend to your eternal heaven
I will eat from your green - may eye
I will feed my desire with the raw blood of a wax throat
And with the dead coldness of a beast's claws
And the moment you hold me with your bloodily arms
Let the angels' grace rain from the sky singing.
In order not to ascend to your eternal heaven
I will eat from your green - may eye
I will feed my desire with the raw blood of a wax throat
And with the dead coldness of a beast's claws
And the moment you hold me with your bloodily arms
Let the angels' grace rain from the sky singing.
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