[Sailor:]
A sea to sail alone
This glass of Fée Verte and nothing else
My one way journey into the storm
Surpassing the Pillars of Hercules
[Sailor:]
And I can't go back anymore
[Absinthe:]
I'm gonna hold you tight
[Sailor:]
I have no choice, I can't return
[Absinthe:]
So do I
[Absinthe:]
En route towards the dawn
Forever, together
Green is the pain, green is the drug
We melt like sugar
[Sailor:]
Come whisper words of love
Inebriate my soul again
"Emerald nectar, let me be mad!"
As Charon's taking my hand
[Sailor:]
The compass points to hell
[Absinthe:]
I will stand by your side
[Sailor:]
I spin in the spiral of distress
[Absinthe:]
Come drink the night
[Sailor:]
Can hear the sound of death-knell
[Absinthe:]
Gently harmonizes your cry
[Sailor:]
Life is a sip, I guzzled it all
[Absinthe:]
So time has come to die
[Absinthe:]
Doomed is your existence
Superfluous living thing
To dissolution you belong
Hydrate your withered "I" with Artemisia's tears
Wollow in self-pity all along
Seek for excuses to justify the fault
Distill the memories to mystify the truth
[Absinthe:]
Dearth of willpower
Hiatus of inner strength
Offense to the entire human race
Pure blood abortion of a long line of undead
Expression of mother nature shame
The arms of Morpheus are cradling your soul
Diluting torments in the night
And Dionysus is singing loud your requiem
A wordless threnody for the weak one
[Absinthe:]
I
[Sailor:]
We went to far astray
[Absinthe:]
Absinthe
[Sailor:]
To seek an inner grace
[Absinthe:]
Torment
[Sailor:]
But what we found was pain
[Absinthe:]
And delight
[Sailor:]
And sorrow
[Absinthe:]
I am the cleansing flame
[Sailor:]
Muse of the poets and painters
[Absinthe:]
What I create I can erase
[Sailor:]
For god's sake!
[Absinthe:]
Nightmare of parisian nights
[Sailor:]
Why did you do this to me?
[Absinthe:]
To kiss the moon this is the price
[Sailor:]
I should never let the sun in
[Absinthe:]
En route towards the dawn
Forever, together
Green is the pain, green is the drug
As I'm your only god
Atskirkim faktus nuo vaizduotes. Faktas#1: svetaines atmosfera itempta. Faktas#2: lankosi daugiamete neapykanta man jauciantys zmones. Vaizduote#1: vieni nariai susimoke su kitais. Vaizduote#2: esu sekamas Vaizduote#3: laukiama mano mirties. Kas tiesa
Jei netikrumas yra geriausia ne kaltinti liga, valdzia ar ateivius visokius. Tad Einarai: ar esi pries mane susimokes; ar mane seki; ar pabrezdamas lauki mano mirties. Trys klausimai estafete. Jei bus lengviau bendraut man po to su musico nariais.
Einarai+4Blackberry, esme ne skaiciukuose, bet esme kad liga man sako jog daug gaidziu susimoke, gaidziai stebi gaidindamiesi, daug gaidziu mirties nori. Taigi toks vat nesaugumo jausmas ir itarinejimai del to. Kaip cia yra?