Ayin Aleph

I sculpt my last love in dead infinity.
God’s birth flows back in Angels’ Trinity.
Disgrace empties my scuffed fatality.
Bloodstained crows will cover shrewd Venality.
Chorus :
Blast of the human past makes us alone.
No one will survive when void lets frozen to the bone. Best of my metal cries melt blood in my icy eyes. Who can realise our death in Paradise ? Und es muss sein...