Himmel Balsam

The frozen surface is standing down

Under clouds of wishes and

Bleeding desires

Uncertain fingers touch on the bud

Disclosed, it re-echoes the spiritless

Object delights



That time couldn't touch

Her divine grace

Oh, himmel balsam, caress my lips



A miraculous balsam condenses at the foot

Of her alcove from her to his mouth



Then he drink that nectar of gods

And he breath the smell of... 



I'm not a nightmare

I bring the dark pleasures

And sins, the stillness of

Shape that serves your lust



A miraculous balsam condenses at the foot

Of her alcove from her to his mouth

Then he drink that nectar of gods

And he breath the smell of love...