Imagine the world without colours... All downs and all sunset deprived of its charm All flowers, stained glasses, rainbows and sky paintings Covered with dust of and Oracle's arm
Angels wept on the graveyard of brightness Pulling the strings of heart-touching Threnody They spread out their wings to hide world's abomination... To hide from the God's eye, the God's tyranny
Let them paint the world again Let them open their cursed veins May their blood running down with rain
Do not be afraid to bring forth New Order Now it is the time to throw off the chains Try to believe in Marionette's wisdom Because she has seen the end of the stairs...
Illusory shadows or visible images? Unreal movements becoming alive sombre nightmare Summoning Your name right behind Your back – "Do You hear me, my Dear? I am not a reflection You would like me to be Just grey, fucking sadness of Never Named Faces Burned out with the pages of book called Civilizations..."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
