Aura Noir

Sweet scent coloured these,

the realm of sweet snakes that tortured me.

If everlasting burdens should enter

such, as the everlasting torment of hell.

Sweet rape, honour these:

The souls of sweet snakes that denoured me.

If glorious destruction would embalm

such, as the moments carresed by enlightened ones.

"Even the earth can't grant us a common grave."