Blasphemer
In the quest for shudders I was as the absenceMelted in my hand
As clear as my gleaming sorrow
A spectral fascination
For irony to serve
Are the glorious those who triumph
In a kingdom of eternity?
A castle of sand
Whose roof has sheltered my
I sense "the absence of triumph and lust
Abruptly rising to cover the glory in sand"
A whore gave birth to the flies
Who flew away with my beauty
A virgin gave birth to my masks
I simulate the absence
"To enter a kingdom of
Flesh - a ghastly worn shadow
A fiery picture of poet in hell"
Forlorn I was as poets should be
I am as chosen as the weaver himself
Losowe piosenki:
MY HEART
White Christmas
Etre Pretre Et Aimer Une Femme
State of the Nation
WHEN YOU DANCE I CAN REALLY LOVE
Closer
Beeswax
More Than This
Chilly Winds Don't Blow