Текст песни Thirdmoon -  Velvet thorns   
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The eerie God 
Fulgent dust the prelude of the drowning sun 
Bloodstained sculptures across amorphous reliefs 
The angelic blaze; ancient their silent choirs 
Torn apart the pure aorta of apathy 
 
Dissolution of gentle seas, the lost brilliance 
Hateshaped the billow of thorns 
How should I enthrone my pain 
 
I have no more tears that 
embrace my pure parfum 
seduced my by mournful gale 
the blood will never return 
 
I have no more weeps that 
caress the stoned heart 
at one with a mournful tear 
 
Artesian well the aphorism in it is deep 
Aura of aghast bane the disburden of azure 
Diurnal sleep the eerie bloodstained God