Portals and chambers and hall with no end Eternally bound to the garden maze The labyrinth: This realm, perhaps made by myself I've ventured a time, returning that eve Children cried, people fled, gathered stones meant for me One poor soul fled beneath the sea Half a man, half a bull, made of godly seed Called mad, misanthrope, an arrogant being
Touring my grounds, I charade with my guest Another Asterion Courts, mangers, cisterns, fountains infinite in number, yet I know them all I charge as bull, tumble to the ground I hurl from a rooftop, bloodied and bashed Nine mine come to slay me every ninth year I'll use their dead forms to furnish my rooms
I hear another nine in search of their prey I beg this time that my redeemer has come Rising from the dust to send me from this place If only I could hear all of the rumbling of the worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
