As through a glass darkly you seek yourself, But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil. A basket of eggs may you count your days. Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain.
I can tell you've been drinking by the scent of your breath. Another little sip, a bit deeper in debt. You can rest your head in your wrinkled hands. But when you awake, you're in another land.
In fields of green rolling on endlessly You find a fallen nest where there is no tree. Mark the brown furred hound tied to the mandrake root. Dare you carve a face in that virtue food?
I can tell what you're thinking. I see it everyday. I'll help you with your coat, see you on your way. Sure you want to go walking on a night like this? Look, there goes another one now. One day I swear they will not miss.
As through a glass darkly you seek yourself, But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil. A basket of eggs may you count your days. Though your gut lies filled, only shells remainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
