Monumental pleasure, undesirable wickedness
Complacency suffocates me,
Like all moral principles questions without interrogations, answers without sense
Pages to be turned, coldness to be embraced
Before to throw me out
My graceful ghost, bliss me
You graceful face, fixed in my mind
Indirect suffering, gloomy eyes
Before to throw me knell down
My graceful ghost, haunt me
Forbidden fruits, of a secret garden
I've been feeding of them
Supreme suffering
Foolish reality, of bleeding fists
Before to throw me knell down
My graceful ghost, kill me
Silky skin pale enchantress
Asymmetric shades filthy promises
In the eyes of fear, I lay alone