The Greed of Passions

the greed of passions
the expression of love is equal to her mortality
mournful like we are while hiding the reality
you once danced in me, he danced too
both of you so mystical, both of you so venomous
together equal don't know what's regret
your name is love, his name is death
an eltar of grief, a grave of my heart
penthagram on it i divide in every part

who spoke to us
why we're asleep
by whom it became
who creates the reality
the reality

moonshine lies now on your breast
mixed with blood, condemned the rest
the entire epitaph contains all your life
seduced was i divine was your pride
the greed of all passions changed into the doom
you felt into endless sleep, my heart cannot be renewed
my so deep wound still remains the same
and light's now only shade of grey

who spoke to us
why we're asleep
by whom it became
who creates the reality

...an impact of hallucinogenic clarity
defies that which i used to pray for
void - entire emptiness
descended to my heart the way raindrops fall
someone said that
love and death together danced
let me awake, again...