Gaze at the leaving clairvoyant Predicting invasions and pain A child cansee through the stranger... The Watcher's eye, the noble liar
It's time for the merchant and his help for sale... Blades to cut wicked flesh On a merchantman he counts his money Then he sails away The sea he'll cruise is blood and fire
Oh father I can't see a lane They make you a pawn in the game For we all are deaf, dumb and blind
After the storm when the magic has gone Drown in the tears of a mandrake Pawn in the game, invisible chains Try to move, you'll feel as they graze
After the storm when the magic has gone Drown in the tears of a mandrake Fading away, thef inal decay Try to move, break out from your chains
When you're off to the hall of the serpent See the cynic who's counting his gold While gun runners, priests and clairvoyants Are dancing around the rising demon
You are taught to eat up all the crap they shit Parading your nuts on a silver plate Kill your brother by the blade they sell For you don't unite They reap your bondage sowing evil
There's no use to tell what I've seen They know how to make you believe Just what they want you to knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
