Beyond I am Bails out the stars Starting the sound of First the air goes And then the heart So was that Omega point? Just butterfly to the sun Points fingers as the graves awake "The Moon is dead! Long live to the Moon" And Ms. Tricky hides Beside your lying eyes The hotel snuffed in snow In the wrappers The rubble was sugarsweet Smelled of paper eyes And the lovely smoke Of the forests burning in the storms BaalStorm And in the house of mercy On the airline screen pops up in prophecy "Passenger Aleph in Name" So I caught in the worlds Of the starmakers And the fakers of grief And there was no sadness In the tractors broken Over ghost fields On the wall of grace-buffeted by the BaalStorm Bowed heads as sinners' turns of phrase And bowed trace mild in the heart of the wood At frost or fear She was Queen Apollo She was Queen of Gates "Well, the Lamb's Blood's washed me clean" Called me to sing OmegaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
