Flowers lift your precious head to me
I have come to her warm embrace
The gentle touch of surreality
A sweet kiss from beloved faith
The gardens swim with fervent life tonight
I sense the beauty that waits for me there
Dancing with the statues in the pale moonlight
The velveret whisper at play with her hair
Midnight
Crue vehemence bares the scene to close
In jealously come for her
Temper your crude rod beneath her clothes
She suffers in silence
Violence fills the air
Blood thickens in hatred
Madness shrouds her court in darkness
Flores levantar sua preciosa cabeça para mim
Eu vim para seu abraço quente
O toque suave da surrealidade
Um doce beijo da fé amada
Os jardins nadam com vida fervorosa esta noite
Eu sinto a beleza que me espera lá
Dançando com as estátuas no luar pálido
O sussurro de veludo em brincar com seu cabelo
