Slaves of suffering, pain and symbols Wanting to part with gread desires Consciousness doesn't allow to stand in place in peace To touch the destination with a favourable wind It's a journey into the abyss, journey to the past and future Statues chiseled out of tatters of nothingness In the circle of pictures, hope and mercy There comes utopian rest Being above don't look down Being under don't look up Estimate rythmically your own space around Don't go beyond the barrier, that's fake It starts with a storm whirling thoughts Results in anger, it's the start of the fight Remembrance of the defeated, cult of heroes Are the save the spellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
