I wish I was a labyrinth consciously set on fire, never to be bored a second in my life
Blessed to reach the land

Self-cursed to sail a barely breathing wreckage through the sea of ruins and ash
Blessed to find the settlement

With roofless, idle pillars and walls encrusted with veins, with desolated signposts leading
To the very center of formlessness

Like a corpse that breathes, a witness without eyes
Running with scissors, rusty and sharp
Through desolated arcades to kill our livid time, through halls of faceless monuments
Casting no shadows in greyness of polar nights

Like a corpse that breathes, a witness without eyes
Running with scissors, rusty and sharp

I wish I was the wind that blows around here, in the monumental halls painted verdigris
I wish I was the blood of its deepest vasculars and expanding cracks of the collapsed domes
I wish I was

In love with the void, involved in the fall
Taking a step
Forward

In love with the void, veil cyan and cold
Mesmerised parade goes
Onwards

In love with the void, involved in the fall
Taking a step
Forward

In love with the void
That grows within the soul
Mesmerised parade goes
Onwards