Pit of Silence

Stoned are my dreams in a bowl sculptured in ice
Looking for resting and begging the crimson of hell
My heart still unsaturated
It wants to penetrate everything up to pain
Fluttering with wind
The moon steals dreams with his hand
Icy dagger applied to a throat
I call the cold stars from beyond
Jerking in hands of envy death
The night resounds in my head with the black bell
Burning red roars around
There where no man's eye shall look
In the blackness of endless skies
Up high to the stars
Wrapped with the wind
I tear fetters greeding the dark