Lletres:
Canaan Brand New Babylon

light drowning Imprison us The wells of pain by purple light blessed Imprison us We grab the nails of domination And our fist becomes the FLAME of Babylon

I morti maturano, il mio cuore con essi. Piet?i se nell'ultimo umore ha la terra. Muove nei vetri dell'urna Una luce d'alberi lacustri; mi devasta oscura

many different deaths Making love to me, Sucking me, granting delight. And my sperm becomes like honey dripping from distance, blessing the earth, sweet as a new

Evanescent figures walk by my side As I silently cross the borders of night Their voices gently push me through a solid prism of noise I hear them

I morti maturano, il mio cuore con essi. Pieta se nell'ultimo umore ha la terra. Muove nei vetri dell'urna Una luce d'alberi lacustri; mi devasta oscura

many different deaths Making love to me, Sucking me, granting delight. And my sperm becomes like honey dripping from distance, blessing the earth, sweet as a new

Punish my black heart for I have sinned. Nail my black heart for I have sinned Leave me alone in This evening of despair When nothing has the same meaning