Dusty miles of the fatal thread Curlina path in a tangle Visions red, painted sad The scope of solidowale
Supersensual slaughter The doctrinal Abyss, The archetype sorter Makes some events freeze The boiling holy water Instead of air we breathe
Why keep running deep As we sleep in silence?... Midnight thieves, fugitives, slaves of mental science...
The monad hetacomb - the droop is in bloom Now we're on the way to fall into decay
Before we strive a light We swear black is white We trying to find a source Of repulsive force
Surrounded by the dogmas We've drained this knowledge dry Whispering in chorus We sing between the linesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
