Angels wake Our minds asleep Since man has alone at beauty stared
In silent prayer
We never cared born to keep Our pieces of truth to be spared
Though doubts subside they never hide within fortress walls
We relentlessly Defend our rote Till frames we bestow break forlorn
As portraits they can not bear twist grey and old
Divining souls And heavens meet Since Euclid alone at beauty stared
With shades absorbing our hearts We still remain aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
