Find your wasteland sharp and cold
beyond the doors of fear and love.
Seek the rose - her tiny leaves - climbing up the
Even her life is taken by winter's night.
When he breathe upon her neck.
Look at her, as she smiles of death -
grabbed by icy hands,
any thorn is overruled by night.
For he crawls into the hearts of all.
The eye of the moon is glowing,
she is silent, at distance - lonely wolf is howling.
Then... everything is silent.
The cold is sneaking up upon us
The sun is gone, like a lonely man...
Now the angels start to fall.
Bloodstained walls - time is melting
Dark winds leap across the mountains
death is, when life turns into art.
Know thyself -
the beast you are,
Oh yes, feel, run into your arms.
Paradise belongs to you.