The light is set alternate
and i\'m attracted...

Your honour today i represent myself
with glazed eyes and mad hair...

When I'm in my darkest hour
locked up...

In between days
of soundless moons...

Late dark makes evenings of us all
a black and windy crow...

Such was your enemy
baptised into the red red blood...

The classic corners are reversed
to a path leading back into...

The scream
in stilled silence...

You are my perfect enemy
without bleamish...

He always falls in love with Magdalena
Not once , but a thousand times...

Wish here you were
I'm tired and long for the touch...