The First Lie - Behind The Crown

You stand naked in the middle road.
Silent shadows.
Dancing shapes.
Blood comes salty taste.
Full of bitterness.
In the middle third's night.

In closed circle.
Own lie.
Ill dream.
Borders of Your prayer burn.
Look on yourself .
Here Your sacrifice.

Mirror of Your fear.
In Your eyes.
On Your mouths.
Humilitating disappears among tears.
Fill up altar.
Fulfil one's sacrifice.

Hear me!
Breathes fall silents in fog...
Feel me!
Last candles get out already...
Burning at feet of crosses...
Alone!

You see night already in fire.
Dangerous omen.
Hanged in darkness sign.

Glow covers desires.
On Your naked knees.
Do you feel taste of one's blood?
Sleepless yearning?