wishes in the mirror ,in the sand
wishes form ashes
wishes from lust
wishes in between and above
apetite for destruction
apetite for love
where are you fallen angel?
Where are thy gates of dusk?
Where are the windows of sky ?
Where is the scar of doom?
An áit a bhuil do chroí is ann a thabharfas do chosa thú.
At the shimering blades of dawn
You will give me the first kiss of wisdom.

Zianne