Across your Purity
Let me swim through the fire river!Your lips are sweeter than the honey!
Let's dance at the Arabian night's music!
The heart beatings are claiming for a naked ritual!
Even in a hidden temple,
The gods will be willing to come along,
And sing an old psalm;
Whereas through my blue prophesy,
My eyes will shine under the pale moonlight.
May my whisper be your guide,
May my sword be your strength;
Not in vain,
Your red angel demands you a loving presence
To succumb before your sadness.
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