In Red Iris

Second two or maybe a day

I glance over yellowed pages

Touch the scares of your unpure soul

I drown in sticky passion of your memory

Born from chaos wind of hatred human faces it posses

The sand of the sarcophagus of memories blows

And every seed is a diamond blade

In the tact of their language beats my heart

And pass centuries

I touch the scares of your unpure soul

Sometimes death comes at night

Sometimes death is silence

Sometimes death scares the wind

Sometimes death gives birth to the dark

Let the show go on

I touch the scars of your unpure soul

In red iris daylight dies

Nothing shall escape from me

Sometimes death is filled with the blood

Sometimes death fades away in fog

Sometimes death il like a black storm

Sometimes death scares the wind of life

Sometimes death comes to you at night

Sometimes death gives birth to the dark

I touch the scars of your unpure soul

Sometimes death is filled with blood

Sometimes death fades away in fog

Sometimes death is like a black storm

Sometimes death has many names