The night is done
Gone with the wind of the first sun
Dreams on ice
Crucified twice
I want to be alone with me
A transparent layer in history
You ask if I’m religious and this is what I say
I kneel to the naked and to beauty I pray
This is my temple and I am it’s priest
Seeking perfection in man and beast
I see the colours of shade
Splattered with blood and blame
Every decision ever made
Has vanity in its name