Luminous pain,
love hath turned to misery.
Bloody throes,
hide the blade beneath the pillow.
No mortal wound, no agony voyage to Heaven.
Just haggard thirst for the end.
Fragile vices, serfdome of the last alternative.
Moveless by the dawn, objection of spiritual climax.
Lusts of mind are hidden scars.
Fading of a vacant soul.
A plea for salvation,
only my words will show you the path.
Feel this emotional hunger, it will deliver you.
From this misery without liberation.
Fragile vices, serfdome of the last alternative.
Moveless by the dawn, objection of spiritual climax.
Lusts of mind are hidden scars,
hidden scars are lusts of mind.
Some people have hidden scars,
for the cause of lusts of mind,
some people have lusts of mind,
for the cause of hidden scars.