22 September 2012
Transparent her ideas To be the person I never wish to be "Morals far too high You'll never reach the sky" "dreams killed by your lack of disguise" Why is never answered by the wise
Black becomes her sign of heart When the volume of vengeance is born
Blood speckled blonde The rise is by right The fall a surprise "What I seek is soaked in pleasure" "The length of life is in the years you measure" The length of my ways The heart I will reap Spelled in degrees I can tell what i sold is engraved on the inside
Spelled by the pain On the gates which doors frame hell.
The Blood Speckled Blonde • Opuss № I