Mother of All Passions - Celestial Season

Oh… how I dream… dream of you

My past anguish

Fills me with temptation

So clear the memories

Of your days of youth

The days of comfort in April bloom

Wandering with passion

In our hearts

scent of spring we so adored

Spring sun filling souls with anguish

…With tender ripeness

Let me roam with the insects

With passion and kisses

This dying dream… it fades from me

Between aging roses

This crimson tear scars me face

…Sadness…

It fades from me… this dying dream