The Purchase Of The Cathedral - Ayin Aleph

Eyes of Wolf nicely licking me

Dresses of my castle drown themselves

All that is for Love in a Holm Tree

Green blood transitions forward dusty Death with hands of Softness

Spring blackens me

Stars positioned in your black heart founder

Sounds of the sexual water thunder

Bewitched blood of my eyes served in a denudating sky for you

And I buy a cathedral

Crystals of my bold frozen hands

Snatch teeth to the Ghost of the Wind

I dye in the Beauty

Its a glass full of wines loyalty

The Mass soliloquizes with royal drowned cathedrals

I buy your last existence