The eye seeks a desert The anchorite sits, pensive
Thought encumbered Pillars of cracked rock and The catarrhs of coarse winds
The bleached bone offerings Of before And the deeply rumbled promises Of gyre and firmament
The eye drowns and Time is nothing
No more than the lines etched In the sand of ancient sea beds
Where lie old dreams of caverned Maws and light in gulfing void
No more than the enervating Waters which hold the murmured
Whisper of desolation Of a great eye that has never blinked
No more than cities In the dust of time Thresholds carved in cliffs And somber faces etched in stoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.