The razor cry is searching for the history of cosmos Opening his bloody eyes to the fetish horizons I surely know there is a bed in hospital of purgatory To melt the snow of endless night that shines for me Oh, let me tear off the burning skin before the fall of time And see the melting lips of dawn in filthy lies Your body as a danger reflects my fantasies They will become the ashes as the SnakeFire S-trips Just feel the communication between the pain and pleasure Between the telepathy of dreams and stolen treasures v And when the Heart-Work licks the rime of night The tongue of flames bleeds all the same The stripping darkness sleeps awhile and opens other door Into the room, where lips of dawn will deadly s** you out, That's all