Bildhauerkunst Lyrics

The Delicate Brittleness of Her Stone Body, The Excessive Seductivity of the Dying Face.
Pain Isn큧 Willing to Lead my Hand, to Stamp its Heastly Seal in the Alabaster Cheeks.
Pendulum of Night Crossed the Falling asleep, Candles Fizzle Under Drops of Sweat.
Bildhauerkunst-Pictures of Life, Art and Doom. Red Flames Make the Engravingsin the Melted Wax Grin.
On the Rainy Street Angels Were Blinded, when a Dagger came Hand in Hand with Death.
A Convulsion Deformed Her Smile, Changed the Almond Sight into two Wells of Suffering. Now I can Let my Chisel Take a Walk in the Gushing Blood, Slit Veins Wake up the Pain of the Marble.
I Kiss her Lips, They Twist with Scorn.
The Perfection of the Last Breath Beautifies her Even more than the Purple of the Life.
Bildhauerkunst - Dead Sculptures of a Dead Sculptor.