In sweet songs it sang to me,
Raping away the coverings of the world
Exposing the child of my flesh,
Feeding on my torment’s misery,
Drawn towards the emotional abyss,
I swallowed the black,
In sweet songs it sang to me,
Leaving behind the scars of truths,
Shaken, left to die in death’s madness,
Spitting up the cold night,
Chocking the passion of my own desire,
The joy of my sorrow, the laughter of my hate,
To love, I ache, to smile, I cry,
Lying in the harmony of my own blood,
I bleed softly as it sings sweet songs to me,
In sweet songs it sang to me,
It sang to me, in sweet songs it sang to me,