I’m afraid, I’m afraid
(you’re dead!)
allow my jaws reach your
hair
and preach our holy dark
would you like to fly
with my soul-mind
forever?
Forever all craves throw
that myths are
what kind of pleasure am I?
I’m in lifeless mark
then I’ll preach our holy
dark
Seven Caves, Blood?
CHORUS:
Seven Caves, on dragon
faith
Seven Caves, fine line will
be a face
Seven Caves, beyond their
ancient grave
blood…?
REPEAT CHORUS
Forever all caves throw
that myths are
whta kind of pleasure, I’m
in lifeless mark
then I’ll preach our holy
dark
Seven black pages
have fallen from soul of
angry eyes
they trip on high blood
like lambs just…exist for
me.
Blood…!!