Enter the castle, seventeen chambers, three doorways See their hair to the ground A thorn-pregnant well Underground room with musk scented furs Hither and thither, ashore they dance with gossamer masks For several nights the earth is open and pulsating The lurkers sit frozen in stillness Who will dare to walk the stairway When all of the years are now gone (First we met in the waters.) Upon the hill there sits a bearded man holding a yellow two-headed serpent in his hands I pick up tiny bones and insert them inside a leather sac full of spells Urine and hay - smell of their presence. These stone altars with truculent faces voices echo among them and reveal me the riddles of timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
