pan - eroticist has perished
the songs that you preach are not the desire
the songs that you play are not hope that
eventually might be able to sublimate
the only magic "existance"
for the only sound that absorbs all the light from earth is fragment
the fatal soul
that is released just to be faded away
this is only one , if you counted
for the pleasure that i already perceived
with the sorrow that i was forced to be known |