Mord'A'Stigmata piosenki

I put myself into the absence Like a shadow in the woods No sun to bring me back My sun is gone I hide myself in the high hopes Like a widow in the old photos To carry on my path To keep my blood I put my trust into a change Panta rhei, the universal...

Once, the Druggist You were, feeding the blood with Flowers Actually, Your Infected Veins, feel again : Hunger... Synthetic taste and flavour of Mellow " Clamours"... Who are You, now...? What Your Blood feeds with...? Amicable Crimson envelope pensile...