Текст песни 4. Love... Blood... & Eternity

Sadness of Stony Angel

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[ Do góry ]
The Way of The Secret Rapture

The blackness of the Night profund
dyed with o colour of flower
The flowers of love, desire and fulfillment...
Why do they call my felling a sin?!
Why do they call my sin infernal love ?!
Love... another empty word,
the brat of human mind.
Those cannot love whose bodies
are torn by jealous looks of slaves.
The streams of blasphemous blood head towards divine eternity;
Pitful howl of wolves in the silent Night...
This is a name of love
The blasphemous eternal beauty,
My lonesome song,
The essence of my life,
The passionate truth sprinkled with cursed blood, my blood
The blood of Fallen Angel.

[ Do góry ]
Mon Ange

Somewhere... in time and out of time
In love to hatred, in hatred to love
I was born
And I hung between heaven and earth,
beetwen beauty and banality,
beetwen enchantment and a culmination of life.

My sisters - stars - endow heaven with beauty
twinkling seducively with their horrified eyes;
Yet they can't love so much & hate that much
With one breath of solitary lust
This one breath obscures their gleam
so much unstable...
And I rise over the peaks
to extoll your beauty of virigin
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sadden the prodigious angels...

I hate all that lasts only a while.
love...
life...
the shine of wretched stars.

In a downpour of love at Your gate
of passion I stand.
You're my heart!!! A pearl in the
Universe of stone...
Love me forever !!!
Every single moment I dream about
our extasy...
In the time...
and out of time...

In the time...
and out of time...

[ Do góry ]
Love... Blood... & Eternity

Passion... some secret force
a scream or horro like a wild flower
in a hoodwinked Devil's hand...
The breath of wind chasing o being of
original love, of original faith
in the immortality of human soul and its infiteness.
Passion... the last proof of the truth
in the hand of an imprisoned man.
Just only a while...
the last breath...

I've heard!
The heavently moan groans with the echo of delighted hearts,
the nocturnal suffering tornished with disappointed madmans blood
Then there was only silence...
...and sadness of the stony faith pierced with the TREASON dagger
and only the time did stop for a while, a little stupefied and dumbly
ravished
blew
another
candle...