Stoned are my dreams in a bowl sculptured in ice Looking for resting and begging the crimson of hell My heart still unsaturated It wants to penetrate everything up to pain Fluttering with wind The moon steals dreams with his hand Icy dagger applied to a throat I call the cold stars from beyond Jerking in hands of envy death The night resounds in my head with the black bell Burning red roars around There where no man's eye shall look In the blackness of endless skies Up high to the stars Wrapped with the wind I tear fetters greeding the dark