My cataractic eyes stares into the sun
Saw melancholic God and the rain has begun
Perfume fading, mystical shading
[?] is a ritual of madness and love
When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
Wilderness and sorrow its number
Black sheets raining, they primitive painting
I would forsake my every dream,
Beneath these bruise, black leather would sleep
The trees are haunted by ghosts forgotten
Tangle a wire, and spring [??]
Because your name has become a number
March locks stepping order, got a meaningless borders
[instrumental break]
When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
Wilderness and sorrow its number
Black sheets raining, they primitive painting
Six weeks takes a month away cake
[?] of a frozen lake
The tears of mothers have lost the [?]
Now their name have become a number
Now their name have become a number
Black sheets raining, they primitive painting