Riddle

Vania stia ca setea mea nu va fi potolita usor. Stia si ca cea mai buna licoare e sangele uman, nu al unor vietuitoare condamnate la inferioritate. Stia si ca din urma, ochii mei incepusera sa straluceasca in ganduri necurate, inca nenascute…

Amaranth descoperea setea coltilor. Iar setea il macina, il purta prin lumi in care omul din el, nu traise niciodata puterea unui vis.

Fear. Dont’t fear my love.

You are the sky, and I, above.

Trust. A useful dream.

For those who kindly lost a stream.

Blood. A tasty life.

Not short, but shiny like a knife.

Eternity. An empty world.

Ultimate power, or just a word.

Time. A candle in the wind.

A god who wasn’t so much kind.

Beauty. A solemn hour.

And Godesses with too much power.

Death. No longer mine.

But a nightmare kept inside.

Lust. An empty cript.

Few humans knows, it’s just a script.

Angels. With bloody eyes.

Don’t trust and, be surprised.

Kindness. Humanity is lost.

Desire who they need the most.

Above all, Amaranth

The Devil who will take your breath…