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