This is a sad day , in the world of shades.

but even pain has it's own beauty,

even pain can perforn a lovely face

blinding stream ,

double edged,

in a extra terestrial gloom,

beautiful creation of sttel,

grown in my barren womb...

.

The way into the light

will seperate me from my flesh,

myraids in their in their birth given red,

swiming forcefuly throughout space

.

This darkest space is wide and the mountain is still so high,

fly up my black little eyes,

and cross the frontiers that dare to define my life...

.

No space to vast and shurly no space to far,

the groping sister feels that her eyes must be somehow alive.

So she's afraid of the dwellers of the dark

in their blindness they will never understand

the tempting gift of sight

.

This place is cold ,

blindly she can feel

the dead wind caressing on the rocks,

from high above they come way down

these angels kissing our undead bodys to stone...

.

Black wall , eat up my life and suffocate!

This is a sad day in the Shadowsphere.

two sons are danceing cruely in the dark

forcefully swimming throught this space.

.

aurther: Sopor Aeternus

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