Lanscape from dream Full of light of dead stars Emptyness filled By bones and skulls The only flower in there Grown frombeloved heart Decayed and cadaverous Stinking dust
One of that never seen roses With leaves grinded Into small peaces Of white old bones And the flower of it Coloured in nuance of grey Which the man is longing to see In every first moment Of beign dead
Feeling these stone thorns Are so, so cold Strangely shining To blind empty eyes Because there is no need To have life, to know it
And veins can slowly bleed Clots of coagulated blood When all smiles are turning to sand Flying in freezing windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
