[Part 3: Phoenicopervs] ?And vapor carried by the wind Watched the secret forms of earth. ?And vapor felt desire And like rain he went deep in her
[Part 1: Materia Vvlgar] Crafted existence, molded by dogmatic hands Profane mixtures, condemned to sacred rust. Forged without fire, outsider to the
"Alive here be another's choice I return the gift to my maker Relinquish the pain Of the intimate stranger Sing with golden tongue For my brother's eternal
Oversettelse: Solitude Aeturnus. Chapel Of Burning.
