Ecstasy in nocturnal solitude, absence weakened the being.
The night flowers opened, there were figures in the fog.
An encounter with the past.
Vengeance hurt the eyes.
The moon goddess showed herself.
Solitude has become glorious.
Poisoned mind's illusions, words as lethal as serpents.
The sword has united our bodies and blood has gone back into Earth.
Lies as a camouflage for hate.
¨Le Theatre des Vampires¨.
The storm washed our tears and the waters took my soul.