Aleph — Ayin Aleph

Intro

You call me but I can't hear you. I'm leaving for a place where the dead wind brings red milk.

1st Verse:

Angels face greens of lonliness. Sculptors blow a megadeath. In an angel's world we will stone our excuse, While desire hurts the muse.

Chorus

Angony wishes the ends; Enemy takes out the scents Symphony gathers the bents; Irony pulls out from my veins

Heaven of my sighs will shine a war of dizziness; Gestures of my demand will be dead in happiness; I believe in an elusive half darkness; Now I justify my strength and willingness in death.

2nd Verse:

I take cries from my craziness; And I burn the grooms of my happiness; Ivory bells flow wine from mystic sensations; We will gild the end of passions.

End:

Slayers are fantasy's games Crossing in my blood with jokes And die in my eyes