Текст песни Praise Of A Blind Child

I spit in my hands Into a void regret Arms of sorrow torns In pleasure disconform. Trought your eyes Sweetness decantation The secrets that i know The time it's take corrodes. I'll describe my pain You don't stay in my thougts Fascination Among these tears Find my blind eyes. Praise of a blind child Praise of a dying flame I will feel forever Your sweet taste.