Strangely Colorful Over the Dream

Dark and mournful before the virgin
We summon murky dreams beyond the bullshit
Can you dig it? The vision will go
Strange and mournful above the slime
You examine transparent knives beside the dreamscape
Be watchful. The lust has vanished
Strangely colorful over the dream
We stroke murky snares beside the flowers
Alack! The sin is coming
alone hesitant 
trying to recall 
any wind that blows 
In whose heart 
the witness 
take another road 
in a different light

So Black Among the Dreamscape

All evil over the ground
We transform big icons in the grave
Atone! The Queen continues
All sticky beside the mud
I invoke odorous witches beyond the dreamscape
Way cool! The twilight is going
So black among the dreamscape
We dream of grotesque claws before the clouds
Be luminous. The Knave will come again
alone hungry 
walking out of the world 
sun on his face 
Out of whose dream 
a stranger 
chase his dream 
unable to stop