Black milk of dawn we drink it at dusk We drink it an noon and at daybreak we drink it at night We drink and drink We are digging a grave in the clouds where it's roomy to lie
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents he writes He writes when it's nightfall and whistles for us He calls play that death thing more sweetly Scrape that fiddle more darkly then hover like smoke in the air He commands us to sing for the dance
In the castle a man plays with serpents he writes Scoop a grave in the clouds where it's roomy to lie In the castle a man plays with serpents he writes Scoop a grave in the clouds where it's roomy to lieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
