I ran away from the black church on fire.
Golden and silver trees falling on me.
Their leaves just like tears of mercy.
I reached the lake whose waters changed into ice.
They tried to bury me
As a violet light,
Took me
A wild scream skinned inside
I looked around, myriads, myriads of mirrows...
All my images went out of their glass,
Showing me their hands a red cross stamped with
Blood.
I was the victim of a
sacrifice.
They tried to bury me
As a violet light,
Took me
A wild scream skinned inside.
1 | Zelia |
2 | La Lira Di Apollo |
3 | Aperlae |
4 | Histrionia |
5 | Rocking Chair Of Dreams |
6 | Aigues Mortes |
7 | Mundus Est Jocundum (Carmina Burana) |
8 | The Tale Of The Crying Fireflies |
9 | Hydra Hyali |
10 | Belle Jolande |