Tekster:
Canaan Walk Into My Open Womb

And together we came, dancing to the sound of a shining vertigo. For we are one yet one is nothing Come on, walk through this open womb One little

The empty paradise awaits The God of soul and stone - severance ! Oh lovely destroyer, I bestow you my corrupt plagues. Your blood is mine, Lord: we die. My

spezzata arresi ormai al vento della monotonia. Noi siamo il passato, vuote le lacrime e dolce il triste profumo di nulla. Small cold drips cracked the shell Walking

Thrice his arms were trespassed by nacreous nails Thrice his voice quenched the fires of consciousness Thrice his arms were nailed to the nightwall Thrice

"Joys impregnate sorrows bring forth" Vertical ways of essence intertwine the even path of bitterness When perception deceives illusion I sing my gentle

Thrice his arms were trespassed by nacreous nails Thrice his voice quenched the fires of consciousness Thrice his arms were nailed to the nightwall Thrice

Shadows running (Ombre) shadows bleeding (Sangue) shadows breathing (Ombre) Like in a magic farewell Waters over waters we breathe And through these

Ascolta il riverbero del silenzio sul fondo del baratro: gioisci ed innalzami un cantico che odora di tenebre.

a veilless oriental girl lost in time's escapeless drifts. Crushed world's blood Wet the closed doors of Eden, upward waterfalls into closed mental spaces. Where's my