Blind Light

Perverted gleams of waning Moon

Cut mystic motives in bleeding clouds out

Beauty of laces is crushed into dust of phoenixes

Clinging to inspirating shapes of snow flakes

There´s no sky ... Blid Light

There´s no love ... Blind Light

Masquerade of dying stars´sorrow

In chapped bark of winter trees in zenith

It´s mere play in the edge between worlds only

Worlds, which are diffused into stones of eternal megaliths

There´s no love ... Blind Light

There´s no rules ... Blind Light

Silent whispers of silver blind light´s beams

In our parched skulls awake sonic implosions

Of desperate soft hate of broken human race

Kneeling in ominous sands of ruinous Time