Canaan
Over Absolute Black
Evanescent figures walk by my side
As I silently cross the borders of night
Their voices gently push me through a solid prism of noise I hear them calling my name. Take me with you
Take me through you
on a journey over this absolute black The ghosts of psychic collapse
Walked by my side
As I vanished through the borders of night Where an image of purity and domination
Painted the sky of pale dead colors
And swept away the perfume
of that fucking absolute black.
From Letras Mania