Mourning Sun
King of the Castle Crystal
My angels do not have halos
at night the moon is just celestial
Mortals are thrown to the lions as dragonflies
The darkness of night guard my secrets
temple of dreams of immortal
previlégiados nightmares are born without no fears
mourning sun makes our eyes awaken equal
Dawns southern, northern nights
shaken you spot the dress my puppets
with a drop of my Sangua feel like I am strong
my fangs tear your neck like razors
Give your life for me
assuming that will take place next to me
pink is just more beautiful in my garden
I am free, quirky, dark and indomitable.
Arthur Nett
16/03/2011
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