For a Taste of a Lightened Existence

Текст песни Photophobia - For a Taste of a Lightened Existence

My veins dropping on this lightened path
When my sight praticing this dazzle
The cruel image penetrating my yes
Feather dirty of blood
Dying angel ... blaming my choose with their inexpressive gazes
Isn't true that paradise is light?

I reach the witheness with suicide
Tasting my blood o cherubins
And feeling the taste of a mortal existence...