When a desuete mind Drowns into Throes of wisdom among Crumbling walls, Feeble worm that usurped Throne of soul Finds a rapture within Past in its eyes. Dim flames, Vain claims, Who tames the time itself? In an infinite search For the words, In unquenchable thirst For Beyond Lies sweet madness of finding The tortured hea Wreathed with nauseous crown Of consenescence Nothing changed when one Spilled the blood Nothing changes when one Sees the stars Nothing will recompense Sin of man But the Temple Of Gold In eternity One can witness the Gate High abov While perpetual lights Die in dust Die in dust Die Food for worms Having a gleeful stare Reflecting fire In eyes blind for so long At the edge of being Flesh becomes one With itselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
