lost in the gorges where grotesque buried itself
away from the beaten paths of communication
they rise from the mud clinging to a slope
as ivy tries to hide the eye-like windows
sleeping dwellings forgotten through the woods
remote and lonely places and tortous routes
proud puritans aloof from their fellowmen
grown up with the taint of repulsive bizarre
dark ways of dealing tracing back to prehistory
the gory taste of sin that marked the
frightening countries

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.