Native Soil Venus — Dew-scented

The sea of perdition down there Where I used to lay Black the sky while I stare away

The affection I lost, only tears remained Monumental, and I bleed for your soul

Sip the nipples of woe Inside sounds a rake Seize the days I revel in my sphere

Trips into infinite twilights confessing my past Mortal scorn, and I bleed for your soul

Scent, delicately scenting wounds Serenity in flames, ail My native soil is turning into stone

All devotion I need is pure silence as law Mournful time and I bleed for your fucking soul

Pure silence as law and I bleed for your soul Divine shall be my comeback to venus