Deep silence of the candle
Deep silence of the candle as an abyss of desire
Like rivers stream forward and then back again
To feel the favour of death – it is godlike feeling
My sister - witch is bleeding the dance in smiles of fire

Who has blown off the dust without eternal FEAR
Maybe I’ll fade in caress of flames, it’s oh so NEAR

The nights of ardent love have decoyed with a dizzy spells
When in the moonlight they’ve read the verses for each other
As eyes shine as cold warmth like the face of the sun
It’s still strange that the time had not ruined their beauty

So whitened waxen face melts away
I’ll miss you, sister, when the flesh will hide…

…Behind the latex…