Costal Angels - Thirdmoon

Profound tears -never believe me

I am not — your abandoned angel

By the power of spiritual weepings and nightmares

The monumental icons of past and reptiles

I AM THIS PAIN, THAT HURTS

WHEN YOU ENTANGLED RESPIRE

DISENCHANTMENT, AS WITH MY

BLOODY HAND MY LOVE I

PRETEND

Fulgent eyes — a glace at snow

Meltdown — of wings and crowns

Flatters enshrined by the essence of demon

Neither heaven nor hell could bestow thus love

I AM THIS PAIN, THAT HURTS

WHEN YOU ENTANGLED RESPIRE

DISENCHANTMENT, AS WITH MY

BLOODY HAND MY LOVE I

PRETEND

COME BACK BEND OVER FOR ME

The decided love

Before we die

A serum of hate fades trough an astral God…