Morbid condition cloacked me in anxious fog Brush continues the hand and mind Felt that images became something more Fascinating canvas abled to scare
It is a reflection of a nightmare The sleep of Reason produces monsters
Who are you? The shadow without light? The devilish gaze? Blazing fire of the hell Queer creatures are filling my oneiric gallery Now it's a cradle of pain
There is one common world for the awaken, But for the sleeping their own ones
The imagination with the reason Produces marvellous work of art The monsters are produced not by the reason But by it's sleep
Crept up of the imagination Loosing the remnants of a common sense Does the brush make a dream or reality? As the creatures get out of flesh You won't'em ever escape
The laughter of a hellish shadow Oppressing the mind Ghosty finger points at the canvas My disgusting deeds Have become a reflection of mine - Myself's become the demonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
