Carpite Florem

The night of the deepest shadow...

Fearful loneliness flowing the stream of grief

She is a flame that carries the seed of cold

She spread out her ominous damned wings

Over the scream of mankind with a heart torn away

Here is the rose, her memory still last...

The ocean of remembrance

Gathered in the chalice of rapture

Our bodies interwoven with the silver band of night

Shiver with convulsive bliss

In your mouth, the rosy nectar of sin

I am a demon of passion which desire in essence...