Grotesque Chapter II - Thirdmoon

Cold the dawn made of morning dew

Relic pictures covered with dust

Black tears flow from cloned eyes

The fall of grace

GROTESQUE ASTRAL BLOOD HURTS MY LIVING

I NEED TO PUNISH MY MIND

MY SALVATION

Tearstained snow embraced in summer

Cosmic utopia arrives

Perrenial odium

The blood on my hands dissolves but

GROTESQUE ASTRAL BLOOD HURTS MY LIVING

I NEED TO PUNISH MY MIND

MY SALVATION

GROTESQUE ASTRAL BLOOD HURTS MY LIVING

I NEED TO PUNISH MY MIND

MY SALVATION