tastes of tongues and tastes of triumphs smells of perfumes & autumn nights textures of skin just like velvet pattern of a summer sky wind in the hair music of joy sound of laughter and delight passionate dance scorching romance a face remembered all by heart
When the cataracts of the Hells have opened We swarmed out and reigned free We were young and bold We thought we own everything While in fact we possessed nothing We were mere parasites Upon the surface of the Earth printed in letters of golden tint to be shielded for eternity by the power of words like sheltering cocoons
the bitterness of defeat the uneasy taste of lies the sound of distant, painful cries the smell of blood and dripping sweat tainting the pure white velvet
As the embers of youth went cold And our folly of freedom has passed away We came to realize that we were alone We have chosen exile of our free will Though never knowing the significance Of our solitary confinement
printed in letters of ashes to be remembered for all eternity as a memento of our fears as a warning of what’s to be
And by the time we became aware of that, It was too late to make amends We were outcasts
nails to the heart thorns to the skin losing the loved, losing the kin repetitive scream of anguish and death that’s the sound of a final breath
printed in letters of ashes to be remembered for all eternity as a memento of our fears as a warning of what’s to be
you’re above us all yet we write our history subordinate not enslaved in our ways, we are freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
