Jean-Jacques Moréac — The Purchase Of The Cathedral lyrics

Lyrics

Eyes of Wolf nicely licking me
Dresses of my castle drown themselves
All that is for Love in a Holm Tree
Green blood transitions forward dusty Death with hands of Softness
Spring blackens me
Stars positioned in your black heart founder
Sounds of the sexual water thunder
Bewitched blood of my eyes served in a denudating sky for you
And I buy a cathedral
Crystals of my bold frozen hands
Snatch teeth to the Ghost of the Wind
I dye in the Beauty
Its a glass full of wines loyalty
The Mass soliloquizes with royal drowned cathedrals
I buy your last existence