The Crimson Minority

As our god is searching for us
As our land is crying for solitude
What could I achieve from your breeding movements in time?

Seraphic visions in lust
Seraphic visions in fantasy
How sinuous our moving silhouettes should they fall?

Falling deep inside the scorn
Of our fantasies unborn, untold
For our beauty is greater than the sun.

We've felt the sickening lust
We've felt the shivering sins
Oh melancholia rape our souls once again.

And then our silent falling within the night unpure
Celebrating, penetrate all the leaving lives we choose.

Stare at the wind!

In darkness we stand all alone
As shadows between wormholes
Naked, bleeding, dancing minority.

A naked season undone
A dying season in silence
Naked, bleeding, crying again with the crimson minority.

Falling deep inside the scorn
Of our fantasies unborn.