The spinning of heads The spinning ahead He said to me He knew evil Life in reverse Life out of balance Stupid as it sounds Like a wolf running Cross country - In every field A trap waits - along with it's owner Like someone said about The hunter As soon as he stops He becomes the hunted I am the cunning animal - I am the hunter The life I never read Is my youth now dead? Rise, rise, rise... The swirling sound of swastikas Like rotor-blades of thought Threshing the wheat Out from the chaff All this is a dream All this is a dream The mother clouds Si quidem deus inquit 'Est unde mala?' Bona vero unde, si non est? All this is a dream All those who worship The broken demons of the past Are in love with the dead This is the cross you bear They worship the dead and Lo and behold this is no mystery When I say that they in turn Become the dead themselves Even before they die First the heart dies Then the body dies Then the soul dies Si quidem deus inquit 'Est unde mala?' Bona vero unde, si non est? Every dead eternally then Every dead eternally then All this is a dream Then they are caught Eternally In this trinity of Deathdeathdeath There is no escape from this Cycle and circle Of utter desolation The despised by man The despised by angels The despised by the gods The despised by the devils The despised by the Satanic one himself All this is a dream Si quidem deus inquit 'Est unde mala?' Bona vero unde, si non est? First death then second Altogether dead you were, Anyway It's a dream... Altogether dead you are Altogether dead you shall be It's a dream, it's a dream From the corner of my mind The swirling sound of the orchestra From the corner of my lips The words have already Fallen like honey From the corner of my eye A million birds of dreamy Image wing It's a dream, it's a dream, it's a dream...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
