Ayin Aleph - The Purchase of the Cathedral lyrics

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.