La Sphére
Kells
The Sphere
The water rises from the lair of the Cerberus
At the tip of their lips
A bit of mystery bursts forth
Bitter, ephemeral laments drift away
Each embrace leaves a taste of death
Probe the Sphere
Of indecency
Probe the Sphere
That intoxicates
Slice through hell
Where the vile kills innocence
The dolls in their glass houses
Behind the windows, the dances marry the dust
They toil, like serfs, selling their illusions
Rising, rising, rising, it's gonna hit the bottom
Probe the Sphere
Of indecency
Probe the Sphere
That intoxicates
Slice through hell
Where the vile kills innocence
My sisters have painted the horror
Free yourself, free yourself
The soul is vile
Get up, get up
Subtle hands
Take me away, take me away
Servile gains
From that other who passes by me
Probe the Sphere
Of indecency
Probe the Sphere
That intoxicates
Slice through hell
Where the vile kills innocence
