Album: The Act Of Degradation (2002)

Belamor (The Flower Of Eternal Pain)

Somewhere between the eternal abyss
And the never ending heaven
Between the wood smelling of needles
And the valley of oblivion
There is a place
Meadow colourfully covered with flowers
Flowers bathed in the morning dew
I can hear... they whisper among themselves
I can feel... they hunt... cruel hunt
Who is the game?!?
The shiver of delight pierces my heart
The spectre of fear tears my soul
I can see the beauty of some buds
They are full of amazing colours
So beautiful that each look causes pain
But I'm still looking
And cry bloody tears
I come closer and pick it
Burning heat inside of it - it's venom
And blood on hands
I picked the flower of oblivion
I picked the flower of non-existence