Agony in desert caused by inconscious loudness Bones instruments floating in the veins Let fingers rise high above Asking delicious rhythms of thunder
Hear deities' sculptures of lightning Summoned in the dead chord temple
Nature creates the magnificent orchestra Symphony of dead architectures Harmonies are lying as the sand is moving Walking to the sickened chord temple
Initiated by the distortion of sand Raping the soul of melodies Dissonance as a confluence Now you can call
Congregation of sound appears Singing with the guts strings Dismembering your body To let the circle as twins
Now with the I and eye, I can call The thousand years chord temple But sand is disharmonizing and dying Master, I am as a gatherer... But
Instruments we are of the sound Instruments we are of the soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
