And now she sat alone in the concealment of the night She was hungry now to liberate the writings from their cage The glimmer of a feeble moon provided her with light As she opened up the cover and began to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die Fly soul for your body must dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.