Small cold drips Called your name in vain
Chromatic signs Red on grey
in elusive Opium scent vanished.
I opened my heart in vain
Blood and a broken cross
now surrendered to the wind of monotony.
We are the past, empty the tears
and sweet the sad scent of nothing.
Small cold drips cracked the shell
Walking on our faces like
Lilium scent dressed demons.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN