Dirty dwarf proposes a toast to his god he'd like to lick his tears and brim his chalice he's painting the air black want's to kill the myth the air is always clean god's repelled the dirty dwarf
Open the black casket you've got the key
The spring of life starts to vibrate intensified by the waves a white sail seen through the mist the casket plays for me magic of sounds, master's perfection like a bird's breath an angel's lips touch and drinking up the tears
Open the black casket you've got the key
The same place it has occupied an old face you could see inside the same blue tunes it always play its metal soul tapes obsessional tales
The casket's foretelling a dream time to go downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
