here come those sounds that i hear in my dreams where astro-logic takes the place of reason
all is not well, all is not what it seems star patterns in the sky change with the seasons
the warlock sees the watcher through the stars eyes shall see all, lips shall not part
when will you die? when will I? someday when young tears turn to dry
he could tell you all the truth he could tell you all the facts
but he never speaks and he does not react
the warlock sees the watcher through the stars eyes shall see all, lips shall not part
there really are no answers, because there are no questions we create them in our mind through superfluous reflection
leagues of men crushed into dust all great planets collapse and rust
only he remains, still forced to watch eyes remain open, they can never shut.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
