Like with the invisible power and violent light A noose is tightly fastened around the neck, The beacon beam beckons me, alone wight, As an unbound pilgrim at someone’s beck.
I can feel the ground trembling, Rushing into the dreams whirl without control, I follow that beacon light’s ramble, Being absorbed, at once, by the dark hole.
Closer, closer to the spectral light – We are running for cover in a hardly visible shape, We are dream catchers under our oblivion guise, Experienced ones, In pursuit of the white shade.
… the shadow that will never be shone.
How dark that valley is, its waters are so sombre! Lured with false light, intoxicated with henbane, We’re drifting on the way to the lighthouse halfway ‘round the world – Still staying here doomed and waned!
Closer, closer to the spectral light – We are running for cover in a hardly visible shape, We are dream catchers under our oblivion guise, Experienced ones, In pursuit of the white shade.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
