Death, thy servant is at my door he has crossed the unknown sea and brought thy call to my home
The night is dark my heart is fearful yet I will take up the lamp and open my gates and bow to him my welcome
squander away the days in denial now thy mirror pulls away the veil never ready for the pennies for my eyes the grasping much to strong plunder along the hedonistic trails now my prayers are to no avail across the unknown sea we set sail over deaths horizon I have gone
The fading light turning colours grey yesterday now seems a lifetime away...
It is thy messenger who stands at my door I will worship him with folded hands and with my tears I will worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart he will go back with his errand done leaving a dark shadow
rigor-mortis the pallor sets in this empty coil yet i only begin to glimpse the secret & behold yet the grasping still to strong wonder astray in a disembodied state as past memories and thoughts replay magnify the pain given seven fold over deaths horizon I have gone
The fading light turning colours grey yesterday now seems a lifetime away...
And in my desolate home only my forlorn self will remainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
