Towards Dismal Ecstasy کے بول

the night has come the night of full moon stars of your eyes are gold my spirit perceived the gloom my ears heard troublesome melody strange voices in the fog I feel your breath on my neck I feel the warmth of your hands frozen tears on your cheek deny my swollen delusions the time has come the time of tragedy diamonds of your mind are blind my sensual eye embodied your shape spherical flowers of your breasts the day has come the day of funeral