Dionysus betrayal
's night based almost, almost made it, lost, beaten.
Tragedy melted in the languages \u200b\u200bmost hidden under the black veil, necklace meet.
the meat will still grinding
lost too much pleasure in a flash of melancholy voracious.
Oh how I wish ..
be the essence
quiet rasp my banner of love, enclosed in his legs.
will come the water and then spit
will arrive the night the joy end in death.
There will be a frenzy, she would not return
what makes me feel slimy snake in the sea of \u200b\u200bthe world ..
will be more than one all ready to kiss the filthy remains for a pound of love.
For a song idiot
mere commodification of waiting
rotten idiocy
waved
sweet melancholy symphony accompanied by skirts Bacchae.
's strength come here
death envelop
here not only a lacrimama the memory of a poignant sweetness badly betrayed.