Two of a kind for seven Mary's

awaking darkest joys of pain

Breath by a cold reaching the ecstacy



Drown me with a blackended lust

reach for up to the 7th moon

Blessed pleasure for several souls

serenity roams...



Dream for the lust

serenity roams

Breath by a cold

reaching the ECSTASY.



Grace open the secrects through visions

pouring lastly her wasted time

FILTH covered under a PURE white silk

...throne bleeds her last piece of a grace...



Drown me with a blackended lust

reach for up to the 7th moon

Blessed pleasure for several souls

SERENITY roams...



Gods trial begins for her gate... of a death

Breath by a lust, by a lust

Seeds opens (take me) full of the flesh

Her body cold as she rests...