Love of corpses in the silence of the infinite,
Falls in steps, leting out the wine of death;
Spilts perfumes of incense and moschus
A path to the sky, through limbo i shall pass.

An old book is burning to ashes,
Cinders mixed in the air pot.
And blood, and cry, and colony of bees
With honey from poisonous torn darner.

I step on quicksilver and i’m slideing in me,
In my arms that strangle and kill.
Rake fruits i’m inhaleing,
I feel them and i want them, swallow them with my fingers.

I’m raping with my lips the soft body of the water,
Through my veins, the same black blood flows,
With drops of lead, steel and zirconium;
A straw to take, to devour the meaning.

Senses that blows in waves, ebb tide,
Silence curdles, throwings into the clouds,
In the rising tide of light, it throws itself in empty.
The morning comes, i wake up and die.