Tearstained this spiritual relief
Mental scars of your precious icon
Obscene medieval monuments, the buried seas
Dark bleeding spectrum, so attractive
My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear
A crimson kaleidoscope, shapeless and shaded
to memories of frozen stars
Whispers, like fragments of silence
The serenade for your scars
Subterreanean portals, the burial tearful tales
Weeps the travelling mirrors of thinity angels
Impaled tears, the fading memories
Stoned flowers across innocence of sapphire lakes
Sombre so cold the loom of midnight cries
My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear
Frozen by the breath of the gloomy dark
I spread my heart
like a rose in the pale autumn lurks
My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear
It's the perfect time of day It's the last day of your life Don't let…
I think I walked into a trap But I keep on comming back I want…
[music: Sanga | lyric: Barthold] Came to the flies Came all the way back down…
Yalnızlığı hissettiren bir beat ve bir de ben varım Gözlerim dolu ve lakin karamsarım Dertlerimle…
They told me it couldn’t be done Just to recognise a foe without hurting anyone…
[Studio demo from 1988, with Charlie Dominici on vocals. ] [An acoustic version with James…