Из альбома: Immortal Misanthrope
Your murderous hands
Motionless in the night
By a fanatic deviation
Your body hit the ground
That fight your wrist
The head beneath Heaven
Mental aberration
Crush your back on the floor
Affectivity knock out
You pour out the first blood
By your own treachery
False to the honor
Set a trap for yourself
Catch sight of the long tunnel
Been in the dumps
Berth a wreck alongside
The prison-ship of depression
Exiled existence
By the ordinary excuse
To avoid all responsibilities
Resolving everything plainly
Even choose your hour to die
No more vindications
So suffer on your knees
Death might knock quickly
What a punishment
To see his own blood
Spread on the marble
Of your apartments
Fever close to the body
It´s time to die
Your soul is alone
Facing consciousness
When death takes you
Only god can make the choice
Uncompleted life
Dream of deliverance
Like a poet
I am lifesick
Who haunts me
I feel boredom
Who makes a mess in my life
I wish in an elsewhere
Alive in a life of vexations
I am reading your poems here
In the reign of the night
Baudelaire you are my dark sights
Your suicide is my courage
Hearten by your inspiration
To live among the others
You pour out the first blood
By your own treachery
False to the honor
Set a trap for yourself
Exiled existence
By the ordinary excuse
To avoid all responsibilities
Resolving everything plainly
Nearer to touch the stars
In this sanctuary of pain
I will come with you