Look! an ancient canvas. On it a grotesque paint. Showing a man who is stepping in the Gleam. He's the Thousand Snakes, the King of the Bones. An Astronomer who is looking for signs and is waiting for the Feast. They all will arrive to bend and genuflect To take an oath to ever keep all of the secret. And to whom the Earth gave birth they are, Bowing, hailing, saluting the Vanishing Time. Lo! this Country is my land, A kingdom layed on a frightful bone bed. Lo! Here's the King of the Bones, who shall after all overcome the End. The Secrets your heart desires in the Stars are hiding. The answers your heart desires are lurking in your Writing.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
