The Sun that blooms in Hell, Darkness that's fallen to Paradise, If you're confronted with light and despair, Which one goes deeper? Roses fly from my head, I'll scatter them into Nirvana, Wounds that secretly pain you, Blood that gushes away, They both lead to the depths of my heart, You've given these gorgeous gifts as tribute, and yet you're still, Seeking love? Tell me exactly to what extent, Grown men are just foolish little boys, Get down on your knees and lick my Sacred feet...