Angels, near the moon, with the black eyes, black eyes, can die in the black sky, only like a pray, only in my sleeponly in black skyin black skyin black sky.
We make love like a rock in the river of greed.
We make love like a rock in demons reasons.
I ruined my fate with the stones of a greedy river.
Throes carve up and come too late
We shall not fear squawk strength in the Beauty