[Peter:] In weary lust they have been sate o'er aisle Seem to be screaming:
[Demons:] Come we will Stranger! Stay for a while... You will be our capture why won't you be...
[Peter:] So the dome is assailed by deviltry
[Demons:] Virulence 'thro abominable sight Come we will Ye wait! Tremendous ae!
[Peter:] They frown upon earth and earth's centuries Here the gargoyle's high above mighty kings The beast has outdone 'em so she's got to wheeze Lay wallow in cloudy skies watch 'em if you please
I was sick and tired of blear and rainy day so I did decide to have my rest that way In spite of ostensible spat in my heart I sat at the pulpit in hall breathing hard
[Demons as gargoyles:] What would you say if we asked you to remain here until the time when days and nights are over and then... come we will! Did you not e'er happen to feel as if you had lived somewhere formerly and long ago? And now you do discover you're looking at something you had seen long long ago
[Peter:] I've lost the track of time Wild slumber swept away 'em all Foamy fog is upon the woe-stained floor pale gleam of silver chandeliers obscure and delusive chants have run over the choirs so slow...
[Arthur:] ...Hence your virtuous mass shall be almost like the sacred grove where GOD himself does dwell and reign among such saints which all you have become!
[Peter:] The last one I heard
[Arthur:] Sow the seed of the faith deep into your hearts and lay open the gates do lead towards the skies there's the only device that does promise place for you in paradise!
[Peter:] I was falling asleep so I did close my eyes...
I was assailed by the spectre of beast Lay waste all those charges 'cause I can't resist I was obsessed by the shadow of noose Take away your husk I cannot refuse...
[Oze:] Insidious grove! And you shall have your wooden scales for your very own!
[Peter:] It seems to me I won't suffer this a-waiting for...
[Demons as gargoyles:] As the darkness doth ravish the light wi' delight sae deceit decimateth all the devoted minds Chase the moribund rays of that desperate dawn blood-red hues that ye're hunting among for the crown ye had ne'er had and probably never ye will... Ae hath ne'er been belonging to yer majesty!
But... ye believe that they will reveal the unreal the forces they hold and the power they steal!
[Peter:] Bemoan the lust of life with me! Bewail their gloomy destiny!
[Oze:] Just beware their bicker! Of this ae... I don't care!
[Caacrinolaas:] Well ye lay bar those wooden gates!
[Oze:] Run outwards the reality! Over the yawning deep...
[Both in chorus:] Where as ye sow so shall ye reap!
[Peter:] Each one received swallowed and sipped of that holy host' "body" and "blood" wafer and vine... You'll do as divine when yield shall arise when you get Eucharist!
It seemed to me then... They swallowed and sipped instead of that holy host' wafer and vine only acorns and water... like in sleepy nightmare! All seemed to me then "He seems to be dead!"
Lo! Whole vortex appears drawing all wicked things whining demons and imps there is nothing to seize! They reflowed forth again beating their wings in vain snarling no one is to blame but it's true all the same!
This bout mire before me spread forth the abyss so the heaven e'en seemed to be on the verge of tears Were I asked what I'd seen through the veil of that mist thick and grey one had covered swamps with its quilt and the silence dead one did howl so through my ears that I hardly could hear I should probably say Almost nothing I felt through that torture but pain but that ominous emptiness did whirl me away... As it seemed to me then far away from my corpse! So that night swam before me it turned out to be one in which the moon barely shone over the sea of that desolate gloom 'n hardly anything was seen but blue marsh lights were skipping about in the swamps And quagmire before me spread forth the abyss... O'er that dark one a rather small stump met my sight sticking out from the earth remnant of rotten trunk of a tree that had grown o'er that deep long ago and roots spreading throughout this one like mighty snakes twisted roots reaching downwards into that bog as if there to quench their blind and desperate thirst... Met my sight deep and roots simply hanging in the air
[Arthur:] Behold his holy holt anon...
[Peter:] But I shall be dead long before everything will have become clear to me... I have never heard such improper song e'en though incredible call it ye will!
[Demons as gargoyles:] Call us inscrutable! Then all the things of that sort shall cease! Call 'em incredible wood or stone... and bog if you please! Which guise do you prefer? Whose scales do you mean to be the chosen one?
[Caacrinolaas:] You had better petrify! Why won't you try to deify your way?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
