Intro: (gälisch)
A Chomaraigh Aoibhinn O - Ann Mulqueen
"Mo bheannacht o chroi dod' thir's dod' shleibhte,
A Chomaraigh Aoibhinn 0.
'S dod' mhuintir shuairc ar dual doibh feile,
A Chomaraigh Aoibhinn 0."

1. Break me, inflame me,
infuse your breath in my soul
to impare me, injure me
I want to be just
Near you, fear you,
getting fever from your leers,
which torture me, touch me,
I'm needy for your love

I'm running through an army of trunks
the moon wanes and you change your mind
incusable wounds you inflict on me
I feel it, I feel that its killing me

I'm lying trying
Living just without your soul
If nearly, uncanny
Come on and let me be
Fearless, needless
To vomit the vow of truth
I'm really, weary
The death's gushing in my mind


signs of human times
dark angel
liaison with a wolf
lunatic fanatic
respawn redemption