A quiet rustle can be heard in the grass Like a whistle, something slides A tongue as long as a whip Eyes gleaming in the daylight
It tells us the bold truths Explains it again with gusto To stand firmly in this glory To disbelieve that it will be lost
Our homes are possessed They listen to the truths in dead silence Along with the poison that is hissed out Still whispering in hatred
It sticks in your eyes like a knife Gutenberg's string of letters Written with doctrine And carrying sacred truths
We don't have to think forever The truth will reveal itself And the serpent will take care of us Then it will disappear among the leavesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
