Bloodish red, the color of those empty skies, a thousand times ill say nothing else in this flesh will remain Asphyxiation, when the green of this surface turns to black, suffocation I love her perfumed corpse, my dead cold fingers (blackened attempt) Grab those roots to pull out the darkest demons Beautiful attempt, through the horrors we march, we march & we claim for this purification A thousand black roses buried in the humanity's grave Your fucking flesh is gonna be mine. We claim for this purification