Coalesce to this spiritual family Which arrogated a mythical and whimsical descent Unable to write a line without spitting in one's face Your self-named origins from Assyria
A dreamlike being that feeds on the world of legend
Remind yourselves that you are only men And none of you have yet accessed the heavenly or astral state
You seem to suffer from a disease of lyricism Your doctrine appears to be a Syncretic Delirium
Fashioned with any kind of magic and occult science Mingling your own Church with ideals from the East
I forbid you excuses and push you away I force you into silence and disgrace
You seem to suffer from a disease of lyricism Your doctrine appears to be a Syncretic Delirium
A dreamlike being that feeds on the world of legend
Indulging yourself in all kinds of digressions Abandoned to the whims of your own diction
You seem to suffer from a disease of lyricism Your doctrine appears to be a Syncretic Delirium
The discordant pages of your works held together only by the binding Creator of a real disorder which finally laid you on the line
I forbid you excuses and push you away I force you into silence and disgraceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
