So the mighty space closed And returned the old woods’ vision Plain magic ended However it remained in spirit As strong as in transfiguration moments Cause I saw it with another eye Reception shallowness retreated It became my flesh A dark force which has made me its son Distant from the rest of herd Cannot submit to their craft Cannot bear their compassion Nothing in common with false humility Not considering myself a god Although my hatred is above me and it is pure My visions run to dead pyres of carrion Ruined monuments of pathetic life Crosses shattered to splinters And this what they builded for cons Taking themselves for a tending to perfection Truly plunged into swamps Lacerated and torn to pieces I walked out of the wood calmly On my old snowy path The trees have been bowing I walked out different into old enclosure And I know that I’ll always be returning When the sun smothered at sunset When the moon in silvery cold is rising So I arose in might With no fear into death no fear into torment And when I’ll drown in solitude It shall give me eternal peace…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
