And the air here smells like a lost childhood spent aligning sticks by the seaside burning wet matches as our life fades into the embrace of an ember dawn
My molt is ready the disgusting shell that binds me falls crashing as a broken glass it continues to reflect echoes of a past that I reject while everything rejoices in light
Frost - fragrant and moist already rising in spirals of smoke a ritualistic dance of grace I’m lost in its embrace The race of tomorrow will dance at his own pace
My roots penetrate deep into the memories of yesterday my branches stretching out toward the newborn sun
And after all I see my corpse is rotting down below I’m flashing lights upon the skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
