once someone told
a story about these small desert birds
throwing themselves in thorns when copulating in lust

and while embraced by death
they sing sofine than never
and while embraced by death
they stayon love forever

like martyrs do
t hey dedicate their lifes in deep vein
of ancient vows and die of flaring ardour in haze

thorns they lurk on roses stem
they do intend no harm them

squeezing me hard
in thorns that burn like a fire inside
thrilling my head
until they rip my shivering skin

thorns they lurk on roses stem
t hey do intend no harm them
they lurk on bodies stem
they make my heart arise them

tonight you sleep in hell