The blackness of the Night profound 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.
love whose bodies are torn by jealous looks of slaves.
The streams of blasphemous blood head towards divine eternity;
of wolves in the silent Night...
This is a name of love
The blasphemous eternal beauty,
My lonesome song,
The essence of my
The passionate truth sprinkled with cursed blood, my blood
The blood of Fallen Angel.