There were vultures preying on the dead nameless calling from beyond the fathomless depths a sea engulfing tranquility, unquiet serpents glow through benighted murkiness and we're plowing through pillars of submerging forests beneath a rotting cloak of perished mosses like an embryo birthed to a pale lifeless form the vessels are wrecked by a noxious anthem tunnels and lights concealed in gloom a somber sunrise drowns in apathy the passage opens to serene termination
Where are the days of rainbows? Hand me this wine of communion to forget Times of happiness? Oh the hours of emptiness
...so cunning are the waves of comfort only to be thrown onto a shallow bay this vessel is wrecked.
and we fell through a nonchalant haze of grey the dying sun no longer sends its rays below the canopy of the ancients beneath the tiers of a thousand years where the light has been absent for centuries from under the soil giant caverns extend for miles in the beautiful abyss walled in by black roots of decaying shipwrecks a subterranean lake glistens and when will it ask for my breath?
Where are the days of rainbows? Hand me this wine of communion to forget Times of happiness? Oh the hours of emptiness
(in the arms of the absurd) so cunning are the waves of comfort only to be thrown onto a shallow bay this vessel is wrecked.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
