Tintakel [English translation]

Fluid movement

Fatal blessing received

Prick by prick the image banished onto the skin

Shameless conception

Sensual prison, desire

Something stirs under the wound dressing

Every night

When it awakes

Skin left behind as naked as never

An image of ink

Released and wild

Baring shadow teeth

When it lusts for victims

Raging pigments

Neither permanent nor resistant

Black mists thirst for flesh and blood

From coloured pores

Darkness born, alive

Fear the return, you know how much it hurts

Every night...

Branded and yet again flawless and pure

It pours from your skin and dances in the moonlight

Every night...

The colour creeps

At dawn

Back on to your skin, black as on the first day

An image of ink

Thirst quenched

Peace only lasts for a short moment

It returns

• Artist:ASP
• Album:Kosmonautilus