Hell Movement:
It is soiled deep in the subconsicous that everything is just polymerised lies.
It is soiled deep in the flesh that the red gash is just old wound reopen.
Purgatory Movement:
I want to sleep and dream, while bearing the 'not-yet-understood' feeling that is clenching me.
So I can cast it away in the dream.
Is it fear?
Is it anxiety?
Will it kill?
Will it prey on me?
Paradise Movement:
To finally reconcile to the thread of fate.
Being at peace at last.
The song of the beautiful crooning angel echoes at the edge of this place.
Winter Farewell:
I refuse to say "goodbye".
You are alive, warm and smiling.
With a beating heart, flowing blood in your veins.
Your fragrance is unbearable.
Let me sink my sinful daggers into you.
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