Ego te absolvo pecatis tui

1.. 2.. 3.. 4 Underneath the cellar floor 5.. 6..7..8 Lover soon will suffocate It’s a mixture of achievement, of that certain pleasure you feel when you finish another game of chess, of sinew and of black roses touching a deadly white face. Hurting you beyond the phisical is much more important to me. Reaching your new-born dreams, cutting through your soul like a scalpel through the virgin flesh makes my hands tremble of thrill and my eyes sparkle, smiling with the smile of a fallen angel. Fabulous ! Slooping between my fingers, your final hope starts to spell its last word : H-E-L-P ! This time there will be no ear to listen, no hand to give you the ultimate blessing, no mouth to whisper “Ego te absolvo pecatis tui”. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4 Underneath the cellar floor 5.. 6..7..8 Lover soon will suffocate