Enter the translucent spire And inhale the fragrance of oak and satin Sever the wretched rags of turmoil From mind and body alike And cover your ears for words beyond the threshold
Take refuge beneath my wing of tattered skin Bestowed upon me by leaders up high And I shall shelter you from the scalding rain
Hear my augury Of endless torment and sorrow And choose your path with baited breath
Use my eyes to see And watch allies and friends become as serpents See the thick vines of treachery Upon which you have never laid sight Weaving grotesquely from roots ubiquitous
Pour yourself into me And I shall channel your passions I shall fulfill your longings and heal the scars of old and new
My prophecies are the blade And my proclamations the buckler
Take arms and heed For knowledge is the foe Speak not of mortal triumph So paltry and arrogant Dust and blood at outset and end Nothing more
From my tower of ivory I watch
In madness they flail And with lunatic’s words they howl The final dusk comes And no thought for the morrow is takenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
