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

Afterglowed Ilusion
Broken horizon
Impaled regrets
Burned equilibrium

DRAIN YOUR BELIEVE
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE ANGELS ONCE DID

(I stared) into my own wept blood