I stared trough the azure of the blind man's eyes
Beheaded Orchids in distant aeons wept
I saw an embodied angel in slumber
Withered astral wings and the body
Impaled by silver thorns...
Caressed by the breath of the serpent candle
Strangled by the withered tears that dance
The pure aorta of delivered life fades away
Torn apart lonely croons of the golden weeps
Bowed down by the profound mask of cosmic filth
DRAIN THE BLOOD OF AN ANGELS'S WING
AND GLOWING SILVER WILL BURN YOUR SKIN
Deformed by the thoughts of an ancient wish
Slithered by the fallen angel's reptile eyes
Blinded by the wrathkind of the solar Icon
Burned tongues whispered in welkin sand
DRAIN THE BLOOD OF AN ANGELS'S WING
AND GLOWING SILVER WILL BURN YOUR SKIN
