Interpret:

Rotting Christ

Album:

A Dead Poem

The drums of time I have stopped 
The ecstatic quietude 
Sucks up every fear 
And every desire 


Illusions of the moment 
Featureless figures 
Intensified feelings 
I`m running behind my shadow 


In this vastness 
I can feel your presence 
I cannot understand 
Your misleading words 


Inconceivable beauty 
Sweet melody 
Forgotten senses 
Are waking up 


Dark is the night 
Always and never 
This is the time 
Of total purification 


Lost in thoughts 
Trying to touch 


The perfect moment 
But the clock strikes again