Belamor (the Flower Of Eternal Pain)

Somewhere between the eternal abyss

And the never ending heaven

Between the wood smelling of needles

And the valley of oblivion

There is a place

Meadow colourfully covered with flowers

Flowers bathed in the morning dew

I can hear... they whisper among themselves

I can feel... they hunt... cruel hunt

Who is the game?!?

The shiver of delight pierces my heart

The spectre of fear tears my soul

I can see the beauty of some buds

They are full of amazing colours

So beautiful that each look causes pain

But I'm still looking

And cry bloody tears

I come closer and pick it

Burning heat inside of it - it's venom

And blood on hands

I picked the flower of oblivion

I picked the flower of non-existence