Midnight Moon
is lighting up the Sky reflecting the Aeon from her dead eyes.
So freely she's dancing
so gracious her moves
the spirits are joining
with the sound from her cries.
Her Cold Embrace warms the despair of the Unborn.
Scarlet Queen, Great Mother
I offer my soul to comfort this mourn.
I'll give you nothing
but the will to think
drink the chalice with the blood from the saints.
Feel the fire burning
inside your chest
forgotten memories torturing your consciousness.
Son of the Mist your future was so bright but her death...
you could not resist
to offer your heart in that rite.
I‘ll give you nothing
but the will to think
drink the chalice with the blood from the saints.
From the Saints...
Abominations are dancing
in the ruins of yesteryear dreams with seven heads, the Sign of the Beast.
Lilith is writing my Sins…
"The woman was dressed in purple and scarlet, and was glittering with gold, precious stones and pearls. She held a golden cup in her hand, filled with abominable things and ...The filth of her adulteries" – (Revelation 17:4)
Kill the virgin bless the whore this is the way the only path
to let the chaos be born inside you.
After all
my soul still is stuck to this place stuck to this person.
Only in death‘s eternity
we will be able to love each other.
Until then… will echo a flute.
That sounds among the mist that lies in the bottom of a forest
I'll give you nothing
but the will to think drink the chalice with the blood from the saints.
Dancer of the mist.