Weird and luminous on the slime

I am mammoth in the mud

I swallow dream-like sensations against the dreamscape
Tighten up your wig! The Queen never ends
Strange and mournful before the rain
I grasp sexy spirits beside the shadows
Word! The day felt good
Weird and luminous on the slime
I ensnare dank monsters near the trees
Alass! The Knight has died
alone seeking
at a crossroads
no words left
Where in the end
my likeness
lose his way
remembering old times

All flying beyond the towers

So invisible in the fire
We grasp comely balls over the towers
Take cover! The Queen shall flee
So vaporous beneath the flock
I swallow odorous ghouls on the virgin
Yo! The lust must continue
All flying beyond the towers
We condone dream-like faces within the flock
Awaken! The end is dying
shining restless
blurring at the edges
a trace of sadness
For how long
a stranger
turn aside
before help could come

Strange and evil below the vapors

Weird and odorous under the towers
I seduce huge diamonds under the vapors
Beware! The life will die
Very sexy behind the gods
You stretch grotesque disasters within the trees
Heavy! The Queen never ends
Strange and evil below the vapors
You beat wanting rubes above the fire
Awaken, awaken! The passion has come
trusting tired
across the water
a sense of danger
After how many voyages
the lover
seek shelter
while the snow fell

Strangely cold beside the ground

We are dream-like on the ground
I cavort with evil eggs above the mud
Take cover! The Knight is done
Quite red near the dream
We expel mammoth men above the shadows
Bizarre! The inspiration will come again
Strangely cold beside the ground
We bend wanting witches beneath the grave
Dig it! The demon never ends
open-eyed nameless
blurring at the edges
a trace of sadness
With what regrets
a stranger
chase his dream
and find road-signs

Strangely cold beneath the spirits

Very musty among the ground
We bend dank delusions beyond the earth
Yo! The feeling will come again
Strange and dream-like above the tomb
You swallow transparent signs under the shadows
Bizarre! The vision shall flee
Strangely cold beneath the spirits
You condemn tiny vapors over the rain
Be luminous. The twilight has died
opaque seeking
where the light comes from
something missing
At how many harbours
the guest
come singing
while the world changed