Somewhere between the eternal abyss And the never ending heaven Between the wood smelling of needles And the valley of oblivion There is a place Meadow colourfully covered with flowers Flowers bathed in the morning dew I can hear... they whisper among themselves I can feel... they hunt... cruel hunt Who is the game?!? The shiver of delight pierces my heart The spectre of fear tears my soul I can see the beauty of some buds They are full of amazing colours So beautiful that each look causes pain But I'm still looking And cry bloody tears I come closer and pick it Burning heat inside of it - it's venom And blood on hands I picked the flower of oblivion I picked the flower of non-existenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
