Perverted gleams of waning Moon
Cut mystic motives in bleeding clouds out
Beauty of laces is crushed into dust of phoenixes
Clinging to inspirating shapes of snow flakes
There´s no sky ... Blid Light
There´s no love ... Blind Light
Masquerade of dying stars´sorrow
In chapped bark of winter trees in zenith
It´s mere play in the edge between worlds only
Worlds, which are diffused into stones of eternal megaliths
There´s no love ... Blind Light
There´s no rules ... Blind Light
Silent whispers of silver blind light´s beams
In our parched skulls awake sonic implosions
Of desperate soft hate of broken human race
Kneeling in ominous sands of ruinous Time
