Nightfall - Anima Mundi Vii. My Red, Red Moon (emma 0)

Love is the realm of moon
Love is the gate to my ivory dreams
Love is the deep red wine I'm drawn into
Love is my eyes, diving in the lakes of thoy face

Love is the poison I'm dying to taste
Love is the highspirited thorn that keeps beauty pure
Love might be the reason you were born
Love is pain, and O' damn...
...I'm dying to see you suffer


The eastern astral vault ; the flaming tiara on my head
VIII. Monuments of Its Own Magnificence
Efthimis KARADIMAS 1995

Those dying lips, approval of this miserable world
those fleshy highfalutin' lines that sing fo rme
and the untouchable ones.

Send me in the globetrotter skies, don't hinder me
there shall I build my own dreams again.
Above clouded tombs and mourning ladies,
above your poor world of dispare Ascent...

The hemlock turns to hemp
and my heartburn into hellish headwind
yet, through my highness I try to hex
thou, thou world, thou dreams, thou nest,
thou clef before the keyhole to eternity...
...cloudburst our tears are as our mother's mitre dries under the
indomitable sun.