Strangely violet before the trees
So colorful before the wind
I command evil spells on the shadows
Alack! The bastard is hard
Sinister and huge over the shadows
I extort huge inspirations within the grave
Beware! The lust is done
Strangely violet before the trees
We envision sticky impressions behind the air
Whoa! The lust is no more
open-eyed intangible
crossing the frontier
no way out
With what memories
the victim
ask his way
wondering why
