The serpent Coils upon coils A thousand thousand fathoms Coils upon coils
Scales shroud the earth And the facets cabochon eyes Become as the sun The firmament becomes a Writing tapestry
It welcomes the procession Of the penitent They seek favor, compelled By orgiastic terror
In echopraxic convolsions Hollow prostrations To outdistance doom To stave off an ending
Coils curl on coils Writhing as if Towering roots Surging from the earth From the skies
And all your anthroposophy is as dust Neither memory nor ghost remainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
