It would seem we break our fast Self-cannibalization On the shore of a new world, prospective sepulcher
We lap up what dregs remain Of this noble subject Duly martyred, for eternal forgiveness
A miasma of rapture inhibits Those newfound expatriate lungs As they waste away, on a supposed isle of misfortune
Ere long you'll grow tired of sipping And long for hearty gulps Oh glorious red milk of paradise Which the craving of does hypnotize
A proverbial capital of exile Appears along the banks As though it were a location May convalescence reign
Aeneas Prospero Satan And Napoleon
From the pyre of Ilium, we lay foundation for Rome Once lost to the seas, we reclaim Milan Cast out of heaven, we pave highways over chaos (We) return to Paris for a hundred days of hell with youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
