The Purchase Of The Cathedral — Ayin Aleph

1st Verse:

Eyes of the wolf nicely licking me, Dresses of my castle drown themselves. All that is for love in a Holm Tree. Green blood transitions foward a dusty Death with hands of Softness. Spring blackens me.

Chorus

Stars positioned in the black heart founder. Sounds of the sexual water thunder. Bewitched blood of my eyes served in a denudating skyfor you. And I buy a cathedral.

2nd Verse:

Crystals of my bold frozen hands. Snatch teeth to the Ghost of the Wind. I die in the the Beauty. It's a glass full of wine's loyalty. The Mass soliloquizes with royal drowned cathedrals. I buy your last existence.