Stay away from the future, but do not live in the past
The concept of never being is the false truth that speaks its mind
Do
I control your visions, those that create your dreams?
Enshrouded by twilight mists, the lust of the final graven kiss
Just like
ashes to ash, your flesh will be touched once again, a kiss by the
wreath
The soil separates you from me, but our love is soon
to return
As sure as the sun brings the dawn, and the meadows blood from the earth
Just like the first time you kissed me, and the
blood rained forth from the
sky
The crimson tears of heaven drain deep into me
The fallen leaves that hide your face, the
erotic sensation of dead embrace
The taste of your cold sweet tongue, we have yet to finish what I begun
Kiss by the wreath,
cold heat as our flesh meets
