Transcendental

Oh Paris give yourself to me Your smell's sweeter than hyacinth Your sweat is cinnamon, lily is the filth Don't you stamp on the violet of sins Birth and Death Tears and sweat Your scents are so near- awaken my fear It fills my soul I'm drowning in y

So strong is the silence So harsh is the touch of the air Beauty... Can you not see the rays of the light Shining through my eyes My love Is free for your heart Do you care if it bleeds me Do you care if it drowns me Slowly In a cloud blood red Cut m

Far away and oh so near I lost my way as I found my place In this damned Playground of the universe On the tracks of blood drops from my kin's veins Once again - idegen szavak - Ujra itt And as I turn back I hear your cries, calling me, I hear you sc