Weakened father, dying one Displaced in this world by hawk-headed son We have endured the aeon of the mother mild Gazing adoring at the suckling child Building a star-henge from the bones Of gods abandoned by men in squealing droves Promise fulfilled now they are dead We are tethered to the sky by a crimson thread This inauguration of blood and steaming brass Accompanied by the shattering of stained glass
Hebraic pantheon in dust Dispatched by the order of the Hands that Pluck Rule of the meek No more A million stars under a new law: WILL!
This Current's art is knowledge without thought I receive and amplify the message the child has brought With the voice of a swan And hands of purifying fire I pluck the strings of history And Will my heart's desire.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
