She invited me to travel underworld She is wearing air and a head of goat Music in her words, fire in her breast Yet she's not the dweller of Earth -
Time is now for me to close my eyes Love is gone, the flowers wither, the poet dies Excellence - the perfect wound is done by my own hand Music plays
"Eight little whores, with no hope of heaven, Gladstone may save one, then there'll be seven. Seven little whores begging for a shilling, One stays in
[Originally by Poisonblack] It comes again... the state I love and hate It comes again... I am lost yet I have faith I'm so high on you The nature
From the razor's blade smiles the demon Saying the words of the end Under the blooming season Nailed to the cross is the kindest Saviour Nailed hangs
To late to weep and Late to lament This night has cut off Another thread Far streets of London Kiev's the same Are filled with 19-th Century flame
Come to me My beautiful My blood stream Is under your rule Come to me Accept my call Your gothic grace Is what I'm longing for I can feel The pain in
Prague and Paris, Venice and Rome Everywhere praised But nowhere loved at all Big land is lost behind, this wind I trust New shores on my horizon And
Grim Faith be my sail, blow hard wind full of ash! Witches and demons, chaos and fears Enter my deep dark place Father of horror, hangman and lover Enter my Grim
Secret of the sea, secret of time - no one remembers Secret of lives - never-ending Secret of her face, secret of love - no one ever felt Secret of her
