To gather the rusty coffin nails And follow the trail of the zodiac To search the pearls and the lotus -the passion you lost in the game (called life)
Brought back the lost years to harvest The virgin-white winters of our discontent Black shepherd, false deemer The anguish of wars long gone still aflame In his frozen eyes
For we no longer care For the secrets that lie beneath We no longer know how And banish our bastard sons All in the sake of make-believe
Smothered in delirious dreams We cling to the mercy of a lesser god Bemused by utopian visions of heaven We choke in the drunken laughter of pain
A fa§ade carried from generation to generation Until the day we have no lies left to live
"And the angels stricken with disease poison themselves with blood-wine and feast on the smouldering ashes of yesterday Absinthe - green master of despair Take me on a glorious journey to the rim of the earth
Oh liquid heaven at the bottom Of the crystalline carafe Whose hypnotic fumes shatter our dreams In the wake of a new reality
Burn the flag of a kingdom gone As we raise a toast to damnationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
