Golden Flowers

Like a pirate ride the sea with my ship
full of ghosts of old and sage men
destroyed by a lie.

I hear the calling from deep inside the woods
and the silence is like a beautiful and malignant
scream that daze my senses and my emotion.
The dark ride through the valley of blood is
finished and I hope the night embrace me like
a sweet woman with strange eyes.

I can?t feel the pain because the pain is me
I can?t see the sun because I blow it.

Rit- The golden flowers grow in my hand
my blood is their vital lymph
I feel the scream of angel
that fall again and again
in search of the dark purity
finding the white filth.

The eyes that see only lie and pain are now like
a weapon and I?m ready for this war against the
enemy that lives inside me, no more wish
and desire only disturbed visions
on my inner dreams.