whose blood flows in the veins ot the brave on whose account lady do you hide your fear wake me up when in yourself you suddenly feel desire sometime before you live whose blood then flows in the veins of the brave say farewell and let t the night swallow you your majesty power power and strength
whose face carries petrified time in the midst of pain used to screaming in sleep if you kiss me with the last spurt of desire i'll write that down as my victory from the countless possibilities to kill a man say farewell and let the night swallow you your majesty power power and strength
whose isolation is hidden by intellect and blackness by the entire length of the empty hall in the wind the smell ol lavender mixed wilh gold and a fragment ot love and no matter what changes people remain the same and the one-eyed justice for the blind in the dark and the victims that go nicely with the collage on your wall your majesty