whose blood flows in the veins ot the
brave
on whose account lady do you hide your fear
wake me up when in yourself you
suddenly feel desire
sometime
before you live
whose blood then flows in the veins of
the brave
say farewell and let t the night swallow
you
your majesty
power
power and strength

whose face carries petrified time
in the midst of pain
used to screaming in sleep
if you kiss me with the last spurt of desire
i'll write that down as my victory
from the countless possibilities to kill a man
say farewell and let the night swallow
you
your majesty
power
power and strength

whose isolation is hidden by intellect and
blackness
by the entire length of the empty hall
in the wind
the smell ol lavender mixed wilh gold
and a fragment ot love
and no matter what changes people
remain the same
and the one-eyed justice for the blind in
the dark
and the victims that go nicely with the
collage on your wall
your majesty