Wild beast city
Boiler of souls
We chalenge you tonight.
Garden of evil
Mother of al whores
You melt into the night.
We gave you blod
You gave back nothing
But you guided us
To the strangest of fruits.
We found ourselves
Dried out of felings
By the biterswet taste
Of the strangest of fruits
Caled life.
Each star tonight
Has a friend's name
Of friends that were lost