Offerings to the sun For it brings us the warmth we need Once every 300 days It shines opaque Weeds grow where the story unfolded Important that we know of the days untold So the past can remain at last A tombstone of a memory Offerings to the sun For it brings us the warmth we need Once every 300 days It shines opaque Come all immortal Come all ye eternal Bring forth the once omnipotent One whose gift gave unlimited Resources enough to live as kings This infraction would be felt for centuries When oceans exist only within dreams And Spring is now some Old crone's fantasy When once calm wind whistled through Such greenery Displayed for all to see with no delay In Autumn's May Who was the last to see the God of time Beholder of the 9 Cosmic proportionately gargantuan bodies Offerings to the sun For it brings us the warmth we need Come all immortal Come all ye eternal Bring forth the once omnipotent One whose gift gave unlimited Resources enough to live as kings This infraction would be felt for centuries When oceans exist only within dreams And Spring is now some Old crone's fantasy We are the wonders of old We are the ones they forgave We are the wonders of old We are the ones to blameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
