Oh speak to me politely Where are the seeds that I have sown? For our lies they grow like vines While the truth remains unknown
You answer rather lightly But it's creation's word That we are it and it is we But from you it sounds absurd
The raven of the abyss Descends upon my mind Whispers gently in my ear That the answer I won't find
A young child now amiss Recalls the days of youth When life and death did not exist And I knew the word of truth
The Word... of Truth... The Word... of Truth... I can't see now, what I knew then I've tried so hard to learn again The Word... of Truth...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
