Darzamat In The Opium Of Black Veil
I think that life is not only this touchable, fugitive Which, though so beautyfull, passes away so quickly You used to stand behind me, I felt warm touch, heat, passion I looked back to embrace you And I saw hot purple, garden in bloom Woman with a secret flower in hair Every day with her was a secret unknown for me And when I saw her scarlet flower in her hair And a raven in the sky I thought the raven is only a bad sign And when you danced among the flowers, high grass, bloomy meadows I rised to the sky to blow away stormy clouds Watching her warming up in imagined flames I saw as she flew up in the night - as a bird I fly up into the abbys of the air And I hear the voice of the woman, so warm, so close, so painful I dream you stand behind me, I feel warm touch, heat, passion I look back to embrace you and I see Icy blackness, deadly nothing
