ترانه:
Funeral Mist Breathing Wounds

punishment with dignity, with dignity Make use of me! Make use of this flame, so that I can receive thy ineffable splendour with dignity, with dignity Breathing wounds

stampede of clouds From dusk's predatory sky Purple versed like the funeral hearse That first turned thee over to mine Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist

stampede of clouds From Dusk's predatory sky Purple versed like the funeral hearse That first turned thee over to My... Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist

stampede of clouds From Dusk's predatory sky Purple versed like the funeral hearse That first turned thee over to My... Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist

The stampede of clouds From Dusk's predatory sky Purple versed like the funeral hearse That first turned thee over to My... Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist