Ayin Aleph

Intro (In Swedish)
You call me but I can't hear you.
I'm leaving for a place where the dead wind brings red milk.
1st Verse:
Angels face greens of lonliness.
Sculptors blow a megadeath.
In an angel's world we will stone our excuse,
While desire hurts the muse.
Chorus:
Angony wishes the ends;
Enemy takes out the scents
Symphony gathers the bents;
Irony pulls out from my veins