1. Thorns

Dresssed in white
Stained with blood
On her naked feet
A silent dance she dances

In the forest where the trees
Scream out in agony
As they reach for
A faded and dying sky

Stung by the poisoned thorn
She walks the world

She kisses the ground
Where the flowers turned all gray
And their scents were forever forgotten
Together with her name

Stung by the poisoned thorn
She walks the world

2. Fevered

Marking this body of infancy
Wounds – smiling my way
Again emotions fail to exist
The anguish of existence calls us all

The world is sick
and life is the disease
Feverish we breed

See the willow that embodies my weeping
And so the weeping calls us all

The world is sick
And life is the disease
Feverish we breed

The loneliness feeds my resentment
I remain dead

3. The Wounds Of Bitterness

An image of a wailing blackbird
Embedded in my chest
My heart bleeds the tainted purity
Of this emptiness

Heal these wounds of bitterness
That hurt in me

Released once again
The anxiety subjected
By a devotion – Dead I am rejected
What I have kept in my Heart so frail and cold
Vanishes into this
Nothingness that now unfolds

Heal these wounds of bitterness
That hurt in me

Released...

4. Illusion

The words left scars
After they had silenced
To see something grow
Only to die away

The illusion of you
Always so intense
Your abscence of emotion
The illusion of you

Together with your kisses you dried away

All these lonely times
Gathered deep inside

The illusion of you
Always so intense
Your abscence of emotion
Always so intense

5. Angels With The Last Plagues

Innocence in shape of angels – Sanguine
My bloodstained skin veiling the dance of veins

Afresh we bleed
Atrocities of life
No man dies as innocent
As he was born

Where sin is our salvation
We shall feast upon
The fruits of paradise

Afresh we bleed
Atrocities of life
No man dies as innocent
As he was born

The angels with the last plagues
Raped in heaven

6. Scorns Of Time

Singing that died away
The nightingale silenced
In this world, our decadence
The sweetness turned sour

Naked and bled
Her blackened wings spread
Feathers – burned and frayed
Sore and sick she fades

The nestling falls down
Dead on earth
As sickness takes hold
Of the essence

Naked and bled
Her blackened wings spread
Feathers – burned and frayed
Sore and sick she fades

Together we die
Born unable
Expose the filth
Suppressed within

7. The Futile Passion

In the gallery of lost hopes
We stand as mortal shells
In this futile passion

Let the whorish smile seduce you
In this sickness we all carry
Let the insects crawl you through
On this sweet and sickly day

My soiled hands dig in the mould
Where all beauty lies rotting

In the gallery of lost hopes
You pass between my memories
As morality dies in my heart

Let the whorish smile seduce you
On this sweet and sickly day

White sheets drenched
With bodily fluids that dry on my skin
Experience the infection I bring
I cling to you in fever and lay myself into your sea
And let the nausea wash through me

8. Memories Of The Tragedienne

In the tragic play
A marionette of the clock
Pages filled with a chronicle in blood

Scents and sights,come back to me
My life in memories, makes me want to go
Try and hold on to what?s left of all
The golden scenes I forever want to know

The curtains are lifted
Reveal a spectacle of rare
?Til the final act I am your tragic one

Soaring in the wind
Sounds – so transcendent
So faint and softly
Carries me above

Scents and sights...

9. The Bleeding

Trees cut the wounded sky
Of autumn it hangs dead
Clouded in silver
Of autumn it hangs dead

Like a voice from within begging me to stay
The same as the one telling me to get away

Deep in my heartache
Scattered like leaves lies love?s light
Gather me up
And hold me through the night

Like a voice from within begging me to stay
The same as the one telling me to get away

Your beauty is a wound in me
Serene in virginity

10. Scarred

Submission For what lies beyond?
I subject myself to you

It?s not visible
But this scar cuts so much deeper