Stretched wide the gates to our exile shine with embellished and ornate design for no longer shall we be confined by the wretched and fraudulent From his grace we depart not displaced but absolved of the chains that we bore and the weight we endured Searing drought rotting plagues years without bronzen'd rays Deafened by gods invoked and the prayers that we choked through our teeth Embedded with great care Embraced in a frayed veil Emblazoned and kept frail The dusts of our past encrust the great mask untouched and undashed, from which the gaze of our captor is cast Severed from heaven as we wept for our sons Toward infinite silences and beyond what has been known Eternally gestating underneath the tumor we cultivate grows and grows yet still remains unseen, desperately consuming anything that has intersected with its infectious path (blegh) Fed by the churning of love into ashes bereft of all guilt or compassion Its fountainous scourge everlasting and brimming with ominous depth, unquantified Etched, scribed, the curse has been stained on our mind Left to search for a cure to this blight that has all but extinguished the light which had shielded and guided usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
