On chthonian shores Where the spirit may roam with the tide There's a gleam from a star Above the mother of harlot's eye
The slant and tortuous serpents With crowns of gold and silver entwined Caressing the seed of life That is neither dead or alive
The tortuous serpent awaits in the shadows Stealing the seed of all life from the void A gaze beyond the desires of man With the will to see the earth be damned
Deep within a lucid dream Where the spirits are plucked from the tide In the blackness of the womb Where soulless creatures writheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.