Voluptuous Simplicity Of The Line

On Thorns I Lay

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As the nightfall brings the fear of darkness
The strange and magical type of the beaty
The splendid tone of silence
Find the road of my heart

I remember a big solitairy state
So close to the incadescence
Oh hot southwest wind

Burried to the internal of my dreaming
World, I bring to my face the icon

The fearfull damnation that I had invoked,
Extinguished impressions

The sighs take her shape, cause the
Spirit of love governs and reigns
Burning, the most humiliation worship
For reasons that they will be known
Into the sky, the pale gods with the faged winds

From the Egypt many inauspiciouses as the reflection
Of a reverie, an eternal sight that will bring
You to hte trance
Round the sleepless souls of virgins
Into the lake of the swans
Voluptuous simlicity of the line

Triumph of the heavenly beaty
Oh holy light, the spiritualism and the delicacy
Of the greel pattern, it doesn't exist
More godless beaty than this

The fire of black love
Faraway from the death, Abyss,
Who is the giver of our life?

Deep red, the invitation of flowers earned
The occultica love, imagination, angels watch them
As they dance into the centuries eternal sorrow

Where the trees climb to the abrupt raviness, rivulets
Are purling
I sit down and imagine the old secrets
Everytihng are now desert, is something that you believe

Something from the kingdom of imagination
Something that the morbid nights, the dreams become uneasy

The dark forests, the secrets of the deep with the legend
Old oceans will become one

Come out from the darkness, the damp hot mold purpose to the dawn's dew