The Black Prayer
The rise within silence
The smell of orchids
The eye of ears...
Diplomatic aggressively
In footsteps.
Running, yes I am...
Funeral death in imagination,
Moronic fall thru deepness
I’m tripping on a silhouette...
Murdering the sweetness
Heading my target,
The doll...
Raping the wall
By a moronic insight,
The flames of anger...
Laying down in the red form
The moon in a full dress
The psychedelic symphony
In loud...