The parchment of my flesh must break The winter winds my soul doth take And all beneath the heavens lies in peace A world will form and fade away The crystal dawn of the final day Breaks upon the shores of death's release
Bring me my flesh and blood On land, the sky, the sea And light a raging fire upon the hearth Gather round 'neath the cloak of time And drink a toast to these Our final days upon this earth
We made the deserts from the gardens of our youth We spewed our blackened hearts into the sea Through darkened skies and poisoned clouds We blindly grope for truth We couldn't see the forest for the trees
To my wretched son I leave this gun To slaughter all your race For this, the beast you have become I have no longer taste And daughter fair with burning hair The swamp of life be thine And watch as e'en the great will mate With the lowliest of swine To breed the sons, the greed and scum Of this your ravaged land All my estates, both small and great Shall fall beneath your handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.