1/
Eyes of Wolf nicely licking me,
Dresses of my castle drown themselves.
All that is for Love in a Holm Tree.
Green blood transitions forward dusty d**h with hands of Softness.
Spring blackens me.
Chorus
Stars positioned in your black heart founder.
Sounds of the s**ual water thunder.
Bewitched blood of my eyes served in a denudating sky for you.
And I buy a cathedral.
2/
Crystals of my bold frozen hands
Snatch teeth to the Ghost of the Wind.
I dye in the Beauty.
Its a gla** full of wines loyalty.
The Ma** soliloquizes with royal drowned cathedrals.
I buy your last existence.