Graceful towers reaching to Mystery Pierce the dark vault of heaven The Something is preaching its doubtful name The Stones speak about Domination...
In the mirror of my soul the pale light of the dead-faced Fullmoon Is dancing with illusory easy grace The intimate tranquility of my loneliness Embraces the ring of blinded demons
A Notion-Bird being in the death agony is alighting From the nest thought to be safe And swishing above never-dreamt mournful mountains To the calling words of the grim stonewalls
They hear the Lunatic Herald's reverence With a great awareness of their still pride
Yawning Depht's threatening murmur rolls along my sole Broken souls search for neverbeen bliss of their lost life On the driary dark corridors of the Castle
Blood-red Will's dawn brings the promise of a New Age And in the Castle's womb the Idols' Killer is born... Neverending forests surge to the dubious tune of the Birth's chords And suffled piles of black feathers are swept by the North Wind
On the forestfloor that exhales dazed-smelling Mortality Drop of blood plays the informer The Serpent bites its tail
And on the crimson horizon above The graceful towers reaching to Mystery Where the Beyond's starving gates open their mouths awaiting A Body, a Spirit, a Soul become one
The Something is preaching its blessed glory The Walls are shakeing strongly And the Stones are whispering about secret Domination...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
