“He who ever gazed upon beauty has already succumbed to death”

Oh, this hunger and the art of suffering
Little death, a gentle pain
Give me sadness and frustration
Give me passion and heal my heart

This love is not given lightly
And makes you crave for nothing
And I pray that you will heed me
And listen, but you don’t see me

I want to sleep, I want to fall
Into a thousand years of oblivion
And in the end, there will be dreams
In deeper colours made of tears

Abstinence is fulfilment
This thorn will bring no pain
For it ennobles and transforms
Make me godlike and heal my heart

It won’t be long and I’ll be blessed
Drunken in my lover’s lap
Where I will rest eternally
Make me godlike and let me go