["We must learn to live without the murderous consciousness that every berate we draw swells the rails which bear our frail vessels to the Port of the Grave." - Aleister Crowley (1875-1947)]
I raised myself up from the bottom of a dead lake Black sirens wail like children screaming under stairways The Death Knell tolls so long The Death Knell tolls so long I saw my mirrored laughing skull-face in eternity Rain washed my dreams all down the drain right there in front of me The Death Knell tolls so long The Death Knell tolls so long
Strike black notes, roads into wells Heavy drapes fall, the halo dissolves
My haunted memories stuck back together with sellotape Rooftops refuse their jagged shelter floods my joy away The Death Knell tolls so long The Death Knell tolls so long Towards the neon roars of bars on crucifixion street The vacant leaded drone of cars that drip into my grief The Death Knell tolls so long The Death Knell tolls so long I suck the sewers up, hold them close, like long lost families The final hit, I cashed my chips, the way it's got to be The Death Knell tolls so long The Death Knell tolls so long
Liars bite the floor, world frowns out Red right through, inside and out
Holding on hospital gowns Damned catholic soul Last doors, last callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
