Dark arcades of numbness,
Dying alleys of pain,
Wuthering seasons of yore...
Sunny shores of folklore...
Sombre shadows of summer,
Wearied winter nights,
From crumbling streets of wants,
To niggling dens of busted rants.
From the silent labyrinths,
Erupted the beleaguered souls,
And the walls of forbidden arcs,
Sheltered the disguised carnivores.
The laws were written,
In the dawn of time,
When the shepherds sung the song,
Of dreams, love, and a sweet paradigm.
The desires in trance,
The red appetite,
The galactic dusk,
Deep crevices of lust,
The yearnings of magical nights,
And the quest of an evasive paradise...