Long sleep beneath the sills to dream the dream of our Lord A divine feast of knowledge within the deep heart of his mysteries Through these hills breathes a breath that is a rattle of these thousand, million souls Living this waking vision in rapturous torment When I slept I dreamt only dreams of my father Garden of plenty, sanctum of black hope These dreams I hear and must speak them in turn To welcome friend or foe - of and from his flesh Speaking with dreamed tongues Cloven and slithering Come to submit Enthralled by the golden mask Come to submit Friend or foe, all the same All the same Come to submitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
