Under this majestic shadow, red is the rain Loaded up with alternately pain and grief Creeping leisurely down a wooden path Colonized by heaps of lifeless flesh Swaying along a tepid wind Many dismaying wry faces destitute of greatness Linking up bodies flagging in an distressing posture Blossoming leaves coated with smell of putrefaction As a ring of puppets dance on a constant pace Looming like a mirror in front of death The ones out of the mainstream dread you Escorting sinful souls to hellish underslands Through roots feeding on their congealed blood Dozing from mangled limbs and chafed throat Embraced by tight ropes which denounce A servitude of a lonely pitiless masterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
