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
