Beautiful redness of flowers 
Smells like passing life 
Silence doesn't tinkle 
Of sound of fast steps 
Only ANGELS are waiting 
Hidden somewhere in the dark 
Churches Of Hypocrisy 

Wonderful blackness of velvet 
Importunate candle lights 
Are deforming malicious 
Ironic priests faces 

Shadow mixed with light 
Conscience loose their thorns 
Doubts poor existence 
Instead of pleasure of life 

Scarlet of false clothes 
Hiding filth of existence 
Born life by rustle 
After that there are creeping 
Wormsfat and humid 
Still want the blood 
Purple of lies 

Monuments of forgiveness 
Masks perfectly chosen 
Gloom of eternal lies 
Shadow mixed with light 
Last brightness 
I'm last which did not forget