When there's no unconsciousness
When there are no faeryhair faeries
My romantic violence wants me frail
Sadness can become light perversion
Only dazzling fire that burns in stakes
Lighting unquiet born souls
(needing dark rest)
The damned passions
All the blood that runs in
All the time that is given
Making us invisible to the eyes
The sky is darkening before of a real sunset
We are shadows, look at us with anger
Because we have no more heart
Inside, eternal sleeps, we fly immortal

Now our screams are nothing but a sing

There are words that do not need voice, though
Mute they scream