I used to have insignificant dreams But once they lead me to fell a tree As it fell, out from its roots came a man
He told me Well my friend I’m a man, who came out from the roots of a tree, Whence since the times of old Have been growing the masters of disease
All you ever need to know Is here within this hole Take my hand and I’ll take you down Through the ground
Through the spirits of the Seven Earths Men will lose their minds Some will just start to sing, others run away and die, But those, who meet the Spirit of Madness Will begin to shamanize Making magic for the insane Bewitching the deranged
He took me far beyond the borders of strange And teased me with his questions weird The answer will speak in the silence, If your fate’s to fall into trance
Through the spirits of the Seven Earths Men will lose their minds Some will just start to sing, others run away and die, But those, who meet ME, the Spirit of Madness Will begin to shamanize Making magic for the insane Bewitching the derangedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
