Elysium - Christ Agony

When beauty dies

Raise symbol falls

On the arms of sin

Faith’s carried

Dead is the symbol

The magic…

Depth and the abyss…

Night is the redemption

In the arms of the lover

Blood on her lips

Unholy concern

When beauty dies

Lips dripped with

The blow of nothingness

Among the open gates

You will be the come truth

When beauty dies

Blood on my palms

Covers the way with roses

This is my kingdom

Of sweat, tears are spit

Where only the whores

Keep boiling semen for dogs

In their mouths