To see this hell for what it really is --- the vast murmurous gloom of dreams, echoing in caves unseen, life shadows stalking the wake of mournings tomb, silhouttes in the fire's light 49 suns over and through Listening to what is without a voice, shielded in the overgrowth, the sleepers lay in crimson sound A masked reflection of total emptiness --- Beyond repentant resurrection, singing in night's dead hymn Our morning bread, naked, limbless apparition, sunlight ripped in half, shown man clothed in fire Shadows stalk us, from life, from death, in our mind's tomb In this time of meditation So you create this beauty, or settle for this vision by choice?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
