Long before first men come Gears of time dwelled on An unusual layout Astral ballet then stopped And the stars were right for them Now the worst is to come Cause the stars come round again
One morning like any other He stands up from the ground Again the night made him bewildered The dreams have been so odd So exhausting, it drains life from him
It lasts for several weeks now It’s affecting his work His philo essay slowly becomes a Novel of horror So dramatic, his lines scare him stiff A force directs him, stars are aligning
Music comes to the violist With otherworldly notes Voices guide the sculptor hands To horrifying curves The stars come right
Once he heard of a mute poet that Had the same symptoms Panic would seize both of them If they could compare notes Then they could see Stars are aligning
Music comes to the violist With otherworldly notes Voices guide the sculptor hands To horrifying curves Terrified is the painter coming Across his last night draft Madness will sooth the savage fear when All the stars come right
RC : “Did you ever have that dream? In which you run down the ruins Of a strange city, among cyclopean rubbles, Under a black night, in which you shiver at every shadow...
But then you feel the ground rumble And crumble under your feet, As you quicken your pace, Without even turning your head back Because you know a heap of tentacles Is chasing you”
Now he gets that his dreams are real And that time is so short Sensitive mind man he still is A prophet of their call He can foresee, stars are aligning
Music comes to the violist With otherworldly notes Voices guide the sculptor hands To horrifying curves Terrified is the painter coming Across his last night draft Madness will sooth the savage fear when All the stars come right
Once more, once more Once more, once more Once more, once more Once more, once more
Once more…
HPL : "And shadowed on a screen, I saw hooded forms amidst ruins, And yellow evil faces peering From behind fallen monuments.
And I saw the world battling against blackness; Against the waves of destruction from ultimate space; Whirling, churning; struggling around the dimming, cooling sun..."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
