Lyrics:

What Can Ever Bloom Again,
when The Power To Live Is Missing,
dryness Sows Hate Inside Of My Heart.
fading Lust,
a Flower Made Of Stone,
forgotten In Being.
broken Of Life,
disintegrated Of Illusion.
the Dread Lets Me Feel The Force Of Love,
to Refuse My Power,
i Hate The Thirst Of Love.
it Will Judge Me, Judge Me Until Death.
sunday Means Flesh.