• Intrigue and questions
    Synacle memories of feathers and wings
    Left in a golden pond
    We described the madness as glory
    Indifferent to the hollow shells
    Thir stains dripping red on the carpet
    Only to begin tommorrow in a case of loss

    Creeping into a wild bloom
    the flowers piercing glow enters the womb
    Pain shutters as the cold reaches in
    Taking a grip on the beauty inside
    Only to destroy it again and again
    Here again we can call the hells back

    Receeding but never dissapearing
    Closing but always returning
    Crying into sleep we fall into slumber
    Where are we again
    Damn these eternal questions
    Hold down these infernal streams

    Forget the memories
    Loosen up your bow
    Shoot down the dreams
    Leave the bliss to the dead
    Forget