Crossing the scarlet seanTowards the world withinnHere in paradise, the rain tastes like bloodnnLook into my eyesnEyes that still beholdnRaining tears from weeping cloudsnMade of liquid goldnnCrossing the scarlet seanTowards the world withinnHere in paradise, the rain tastes like bloodnnThe sinister scent of my fading breathnAn answer to the sweetest kiss of deathnnAnd while my life is fadingnI feel the rush once morenAs it runs warm and vitalnLike it has run beforennLook into my eyes, eyes that still beholdnRaining tears from weeping clouds, made of liquid goldnWhen my duly tears, my duly tears I laidnMemories of pain and sorrow, down there in my gravennAnd while my life is fadingnI feel the rush once morenAs it runs warm and vitalnLike it has run beforennI kiss the soul that fadesnWith the last days of my lifenThat wipes out all remains of my earthly strifennDrowning in malaise of molten firenNo passion in the light that I admirenTherefore no more shall be nightnTherefore dreaming of secret mightnnCrossing the scarlet seanTowards the world withinnHere in paradise, the rain tastes like bloodnnAnd while my life is fadingnI feel the rush once morenAs it runs, warm and vitalnLike it has run beforennAnd while my life is fadingnI feel the rush once morenAs it runs, warm and vitalnLike it has run beforennWhile my life is fadingnI feel the rush once morenAs it runs, warm and vitalnLike it has run before