Cold the dawn made of morning dew
Relic pictures covered with dust
Black tears flow from cloned eyes
The fall of grace

Grotesque astral blood hurts my living
I need to punish my mind
My salvation

Tearstained snow embraced in summer
Cosmic utopia arrives
Perrenial odium
The blood on my hands dissolves but

Grotesque astral blood hurts my living
I need to punish my mind
My salvation

Grotesque astral blood hurts my living
I need to punish my mind
My salvation