The third clash of eden, overwhelmed by the screaming of fading stars,
Represent the corn of our love fading away.
Ticking clocks of the unconsciousness...
Requiems of mortals burn gathered...
Mijn ziel scheen op te stijgen uit de smeltkroes,
Het zwarte stadium,
De duistere nacht van de ziel.
Streams of wisdom divine my logical thinking, break my strength of life, and make me desire the underworlds.
The knife makes me realise i am, but for how long?
Was it not my flesh and mind who wanted this mutilation?
Was it not i who wanted to die?
Cat slashing eyes open your gates to me, for is it not i who serve thee?
Ecstasies of pain come over me.
Ecstasies of lust reign, but are no longer heard
Ecstasies of the mind, prepare me for this living dream
Illusions of a goddess make me weak, suck dry my bleeding wounds...
My desire for you makes me weak.
In my quest for perfect and true love, i am struck down, beaten and crushed.
I must heal my scarves; go on in a netherworld... alone!!
Can i leave this night tonight?
No!!!