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