Chapelle Ardente - Ordog

Your body possess eyes of great beauty

Grasping the earth for endless life

Beautiful eyes moist with glistening tears

I’ll be under the silent, cold rain

Only once can I stand before I walk away

I hold the winter before you

Because I would break if I was without you

I hold it until death wraps itself around me

Drain deeper from my wounds

Bruising me with their depth

I am left to yearn the passion I used to possess

Yet it evades me like a remedy for poison

Fire within me descends

Strings still attached

Oh, sweet death, perforates my soul

Before I feel her

As salt for my wounds