Bed-shackled, I am stuck Incense caresses me, rituals incite laughter In blissful impunity, I abide endlessly wishing I refuse to tell everyone the truth I refuse to deceive
Keep reading the words from the old wise book Make a squint to look more menacing Sing a little, gestures are useful It only irks me, my soul needs nothing
And suddenly something nudges me My hands yank the chain A wave rushes into my brain Blood splashes from my wrists
The crackle of steel cuts between the verses Everything floats and spins gracefully The chain spins around like a sharp sword Splintered wood from the bed glares like bullets
The wise men stand dully, nothing comes out of their mouths anymore The carousel of death speeds up in the mist It lowers slowly and looks into the eyes Of saviours in cloaks who whispered spells to me
Now ripped to pieces, they just whine
In a stupor they die under the iron fist Soon there is silence, everything hushes down neatly Shreds of bodies on walls, slowly flowing in surprise
Now torn to pieces they only groan Soon the silence settles in Shreds of bodies on walls, slowly flowing in surprise And the demon in my head whispers defiantlyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
