Blood drip the veins
Warm down fallen tresses
Blood stains the pale cool parched lungs
Bloody upon the new fallen wisdom
Bloody collision of mindless faiths

Warm
I´m on a nine day fall
I Luciferi
Warm
I´m only half-way warm
I Luciferi

Blood touch the lips
Flow down hot like whiskey
Moon burning red in place of the sun
Insolent wisdom denied through the aeons
I Luciferi, resistance of one

Moon burning free
A stark cold existence
Slowly rebellious
Cool parched lungs
I Luciferi
Damned to existence
I Luciferi
My blackness unbound