Elysium

When beauty dies Raise symbol falls On the arms of sin Faith's carried Dead is the symbol The magic... Depth and the abyss... Night is the redemption In the arms of the lover Blood on her lips Unholy concern When beauty dies Lips dripped with The blow of nothingness Among the open gates You will be the come truth When beauty dies blood on my palms Covers the way with roses This is my kingdom Of sweat, tears are spit Where only the whores Keep boiling semen for dogs In their mouths