Dimal Euphony Simply Dead
A passion of tears
close my soul as I
reach for your caress
Let me die in your flesh
while the heavenly bodies
burn out before our eyes
let me die and die again
Taste my blood
with emotional lust
Let your touch
embrace my mind
Show me a hidden path
to the source of wisdom
You are the rose on my grave...
Traces of flames made of ice
Never, never
No, no!!
My river in which
the dawn never shows
is hope hiding
Blood of my past
is still dripping -
Simpy dead
