Weeping Sun

Underneath (or below)
Orions sword (the sword of the crown)
The impiety of coldness, you feel
The basement of my life is distorted act
of love
In an area of different emotions - I
only see...
...My own end... hate turns to sorrow...
...Love shines bright - Through the
darkness
I can hear the bells from beyond -
The evil ones are still alive

No hope for the fucking holy ground?
Fire
Fire

My soul damned
I have no hope
Fly out of my mind
Fire
Fire