Native Soil Venus

The sea of perdition down there

Where I used to lay

Black the sky while I stare away

The affection I lost, only tears remained

Monumental, and I bleed for your soul

Sip the nipples of woe

Inside sounds a rake

Seize the days I revel in my sphere

Trips into infinite twilights confessing my past

Mortal scorn, and I bleed for your soul

Scent, delicately scenting wounds

Serenity in flames, ail

My native soil is turning into stone

All devotion I need is pure silence as law

Mournful time and I bleed for your fucking soul

Pure silence as law and I bleed for your soul

Divine shall be my comeback to venus