Crane your neck: above you spins the pit, its plunging depths lit only by torturers' flames Bow your head: below you sleeps the grave: will you slip from its grasp or sink into its smothering embrace?
So plant your iron trees, point your coffins to the sky: let your every breath be a good-bye and slip the bonds of earth Twist the wires through your nerves, feel eternity course through your veins: slip the bonds of earth and feed your soul to the stars
Seal your ears: hear no voice but the call Tear out your eyes: see no sight but the beckoning glow Freeze your flesh: feel no touch but the pull of their swirling arms that reach through deathless space to feed your soul to the stars
Hear not a single sound: embrace the deafening death Use not sight, for it shall blind: your gaze will never set Freeze wired nerves, and seize them taut: the vacuum has begun Surrender self, be swept away, by they who walk behind the skies: your new life starts now
Arise from the dust, and leave this world behind
"Oh how you'll fly: through astral planes and frozen spheres, past funeral pyres who flames went cold before your world was young: oh how you'll fly - oh how you'll dream - on the ether cushions of your floating tombs."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
