There\'s rain,wind and storm ,
november sunshine in summer,
the message of the loved one
that will never dock
at the quay of the mists ...
There\'s the night, the shade and the cold
like a reef prison in the open sea ...
Amour has packed its suitcase for Los Angeles
reserving a death suite at the Aster motel
where an instant mentalist awaits ...
Does desire ooze the heavy alchemy of the black dahlia ?
There\'s the weird, the wound and the walls...What\'s left ?
A torn flower as faded as life
an old fantasy that bleeds
this key looking for a door ...
The poisoned fruits of passion
made me torn your flesh ...
My kingdom ! My kingdom for oblivion !
There\'s always the vacuum after a treble clef ...
Merciful gibbet offers me your criminal unctuousness !
Is love the ultimate journey of the black dahlia ?
Don\'t ever come back ...