Testi:
Throes Of Dawn Quicksilver Clouds

The sun looks down from his high astral sphere and pours down below Its sad bacterial light Upon this infection Wounds of world burning All the names

And all the good people From the streets Came to witness The miracle of death All the children were there Inhaling the foul air Smiling at death In

I lost you to the distance I sealed myself away For nothing you said Could touch me anyway There was something you said Can't remember your words Something

White flowers of mould decorate your skin (Deterioration of soul I hear you sing) My broken arteries flooded with your sleep Lead me through asphyxia

Take me down Into your black grotto Where the air is thick with insects Touch me with your secret I close my eyes And let the vertigo Touch my mind