Tekster:
Under Black Clouds Death Of A Rose

creation that a man could think of. Her presence make him happy every touch a caress her voice made him feel so whole every word a harmony. Her life

death But it looks like fun I was a loner I was just waiting by myself When you warped temptress Rose to bring me happiness and wealth Black tears, black

A night of Lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color Hundred hues A rich Mandala For me & you & for your silky pillowed house A head, wisdom & a bed

surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemetery Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a

as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe...

death but it looks like fun I was a loner I was just waiting by myself When you, warped temptress Rose to bring me happiness and wealth Black tears, black

winter moon Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and

Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a

death but it looks like fun I was a loner I was just waiting by myself When you, warped temptress Rose to bring me happiness and wealth Black tears, black