Himmel Balsam

The frozen surface is standing down
Under clouds of wishes and
Bleeding desires
Uncertain fingers touch on the bud
Disclosed, it re-echoes the spiritless
Object delights

That time couldn't touch
Her divine grace
Oh, himmel balsam, caress my lips

A miraculous balsam condenses at the foot
Of her alcove from her to his mouth
Then he drink that nectar of gods
And he breath the smell of...

„I'm not a nightmare
I bring the dark pleasures
And sins, the stillness of
Shape that serves your lust"

A miraculous balsam condenses at the foot
Of her alcove from her to his mouth
Then he drink that nectar of gods
And he breath the smell of love...