Belamor (the Flower Of Eternal Pain)

Eclipse

Somewhere between the eternal abyss
 And the never ending heaven
 Between the wood smelling of needles
 And the valley of oblivion
 There is a place
 Meadow colourfully covered with flowers
 Flowers bathed in the morning dew
 I can hear... they whisper among themselves
 I can feel... they hunt... cruel hunt
 Who is the game?!?
 The shiver of delight pierces my heart
 The spectre of fear tears my soul
 I can see the beauty of some buds
 They are full of amazing colours
 So beautiful that each look causes pain
 But I'm still looking
 And cry bloody tears
 I come closer and pick it
 Burning heat inside of it - it's venom
 And blood on hands
 I picked the flower of oblivion
 I picked the flower of non-existence