Coming Into The Blazing Chamber
I Am Reviewing Myself In The Flames Of Black Art
I Can Hear The Plaintively Singing Of An Unknown Song Of The Night
I Am Divina Into The Mirrors Overfull
With The Dark Of Secrets
I Find Traces Of Past Decades
I Don't Want The Sun
The Night Is Eternal In Me
Like The Storms Of Waterfalls
I Am In The Flames Of Black Art
My Heart Didn't Stop Beating
And My Breast Isn't Icy
But My Thoughts Are Covered With The Dark
