He drowns in the serenity of plain Waves of thought crash on barren skull walls Thunder is the catalyst for meditation, rain the bringer of peace. He plagued by very coffin which is ecstasy. Concocting poisons to throw in the river To poison the inhabitants of the outskirts of his swampy empire He bestows upon them the freedon to starve While they build their coffins out of marble, clay and pine. And rejoice in their madness. Anything which is not in the immediate circle of power of mystic experience Is not worth any mercy nor even contemplation... Only perilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
