I do not tread the edge
'Cause the edge I am
The tormenting blade
Which cuts the peace
and virtue of ladies in white
Their lives now live on my blades
Black feathers and black coaches
Thunders of pioson
and diamond tongues of demons
Which slurp on their virgin

From the bed - clothes of heaven
The stars are shooting like a radiant rain
Invisible dreams on the ownerless world
Crash against the crust of reality
A white angel in my fiery bed
And my restless soul between his legs

Withered flowers and stale wine
Can you feel th

Holy whores and buning virgins
The torn velvet curtain of time
No crystal kingdoms anymore
No roses which set love aglow
with their bloody crimson
Only angry peaks of the mountains of oblivion
And their grim shoulders
Clad in the rays of the scarlet planet
Full of

I'll Come From Four Sides Of The World
Nine moons will show me the way
Nine deer will guide me
I'll bring nine keys

I'll sing your dream into a bloody sartoan
I will end up inside your soul
Inside your heart i will build my castle
I'll fill the lake with blood

Beneath my filthy body burn the eternal fires
Strings of suffering and ecstasy sharpen the sight
I drank the herb of madness with the ruby liquid of revel
While she showed me the wet flower of her open lips
I gave her my prong full of boils, wales and scabs
Like a scorpion's

In the wet embrance of dreams
I saw the leafless trees
As they showed their branches writhing in pain

And the old oak, so tired
The lone witness of the passing time

Grey clouds suspendet over it - so pregnant with wetness

The nighty darkness
Has defeated the dra

Oh, demon,
The demon of silence
Silence whose soundless scream
Kills every echo in itself
Let the black crows fly
Over grey shadows of wolves
Let the tears shine like diamonds
And the night music rock
the hearts into moral sleep

When the comets rift the blac

Sexual screaming calls the night
The erotic dreams of the night clothe the crawing
Diabolic winds embrace sleeping bodies
Invisible wings of desire
Invisible stony melancholy tormentor of the gods of suns
Tormentor of the gods of suns persecutor
Sometimes I cry to the moo

Amdist the black of the night
Awash with the silver winter brath
Amidst the depths of snows
Attired in the icy shroud
You stand under the stars
Gazing into the black eptiness

Hearken! The wind has spoken
One that carries the smell of death
It weaves the stories

In the snow chambers of the palace of ice
In the long deserted and frozen dungeon
Beyond the absurd, beyond reality
The callous souls of the suicides knock at the ice ceilings of the dark caves

Chased by the wind
They freeze the rocks
Suffering for ages
They Beg For

The work of destruction
Has evolved from the seed of my hatred
Poison has penetrated all of human life
Into each deed, each thought
Each dream and desire

The mind of the world, sick and slow
Separeted from itself
The day is dark, the noon is cold
The mind slips

The sleeping lake of my spirit of oblivion
Is flooded with the cold silver gleam of the moon
The rivers of my painful dreams roar with thousands of hells
The sea of death storms upon the tired coast of life
The diamond lullaby showers the emerald bed with rubies
Where once th

Your terrifying vision of death
In the terryfing land of ice
Will be the cause of death
Of the hearts and souls of your gods

The winter storm - the legion of arctic spirits

When gasping out their last breath
They punished their minds with
the nightmarish vision of