I drew God on my face, a bandage all over, blood from the hair in my eyes
My hands are stitched and a whip! My back is on the wall, my heart is turned to the altar. A sword made of ice is the snow of my heart. One night under the moon, time was a grain of wet sand.
They passed through my mind, burns on their feet… Flames, as scary as a dog howling! They untied my kingdom's chains.
My soul was around a dancing Death. His ***** clothes are ash on my lips… The wound that ended in ash was the herd on my finger.
I am the unfamous child of blood. My forehead is dragged in the bed of my master from the fog. Mad pirates filled my hair.
Bring the verses dripping from their swords, servant of wine! Separate the sediment from the iron, stand up, devil!
Dracula in my mouth, a spider, my evil cuts. My body changed in the dream of my desire.
Who can cover a skin so recklessly? Tear the fugitive seed from your groin. Free yourself from the shackles of your knife, forgive my soul!
Gong… Gong.. The sky-eyed goddess of the last church, glides her wings in silence.
The birds of hell lick the windows screaming. Time was a grain of wet sand under the moon.
I drew God on my face, the body split and Man was born!