Carpite Florem کے بول

The night of the deepest shadow... Fearful loneliness flowing the stream of grief She is a flame that carries the seed of cold She spread out her ominous damned wings Over the scream of mankind with a heart torn away Here is the rose, her memory still last... The ocean of remembrance Gathered in the chalice of rapture Our bodies interwoven with the silver band of night Shiver with convulsive bliss In your mouth, the rosy nectar of sin I am a demon of passion which desire in essence...