This is not the silence, but its void Without memory, fixed in formalin. Sea without shores and horizons Wind dissolving dried up remains Obscurity of visceral holes Sinking into remote abysses Fragments of a stigmatized soul Defying the other side of destiny.
Iron force digging the heart pulp Pure diamond shining in secret on the tame limit of imploring blood Game of deceit and illusions Hand that raises the curtain Every atom of air nourishing me.
Melting the unknown Unleashing the black cloud of enigmas. Don’t close your eyes in the face of havoc Cure the ill sprouts!
Blind universe, hollow in which we write what we have done We are programmed to believe in something we cannot see Armed with instinct of escape and defence The dead cannot lie Azure bruise, embrace without possess of beauty.
Immense cruet of quartz, where gold and basalt merge in primordial vibrations.
Savage dawn, blurry stars massacre Arcane sky, spheres in shiver. It is the power of magic radiating from us, exiling us. Foster the comment of birds and nature Energy and music of stones The theorem of the devil rustles immortal luxury.
I am bloodless and now only dust can bloom in my veins dry like brambles. And now the wound is thirsty of another blade.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
