Thorns - :Wumpscut:

Once someone told

A story about these small desert birds

Throwing themselves

In thorns when copulating in lust

And while embraced by death

They sing so fine than never

And while embraced by death

They stay on love forever

Like martyrs do

They dedicate their lifes in deep vein

Of ancient vows

And die of flaring ardou in haze

Thorns they lurk on roses stem

Thet do intend no harm them

Squeezing me hard

In thorns that burn like a fire inside

Thrilling my head

Until they rip my shivering skin

Thorns they lurk on rosest stem

They do intend no harm them

They lurk on bodies stem

They make my heart arise them

Tonight you sleep in hell