Served was his head but still he could see far, far away Their open plains, their open fields Where rivers ran with blood they lifted his body Drenched in sumerian black waters of sin
Clipped are the wings of this angel His voice has been silenced Stripped he has been limb from limb
The passage lies open, they are all written down word by word Their author, lord of cryptic seas
Celestian guardian of their tale and scriptures Lead them to the fire burning And they shall grow
When all this had been done his sight was still upon them Neither day or night his eyes would shutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
