May it be
We´ll dance in May,
When the white flowers bloom,
Crossing fields of sugar cane.
The time might pass,
And we stay gloom,
But I still glance at the past,
Searching mistakes too.
Wicked soul of my,
Feat not to become foul,
Valet of my ever fantasy,
Blue eyes that curse my soul.
I get lost in the melody
Which my heart sings so,
As salts come by the axis,
Fluids drift in the vine flow.
Blood of me run through your veins,
For I said right the words,
Ancient power of forgotten ages,
Pool of souls we dive, gaze,
I stain your purity
With my underdark soul.
My desire burns as a green flame,
Curruption that spreads, Oh,
When I silent call your name,
I become pain and glow.
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