I dreamed I saw St. Augustine Alive as you our me Tearing through these quarters In the utmost misery With a blanket underneath his arm And a coat of solid gold Searching for the very souls Who already have been sold
Arise, arise, he cried so loud In a voice without restraint Come out, he gifted kings and queens And hear my sad complaint No martyr is among you now Whom you can call your own So go on your way accordingly, But know you're not alone
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine Alive with fiery breath I dreamed I was amongst the ones Who put him out to death Oh, I awoke in anger So alone and terrified I put my fingers against the glass And bowed my head and I criedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
