A passion of tears  close my soul as I  reach for your caress    Let me die in your flesh  while the heavenly bodies  burn out before our eyes  let me die and die again    Taste my blood  with emotional lust  Let your touch  embrace my mind  Show me a hidden path  to the source of wisdom    You are the rose on my grave...    Traces of flames made of ice  Never, never  No, no!!    My river in which  the dawn never shows  is hope hiding    Blood of my past  is still dripping -  Simpy dead