To suffer in real dreams Setting up an insensatible ocular sensibility The bruises disperses on an obscure mantle Morbid figures close my frustration
I exalt the suffering I carfy myself to the obscene fantasy Formed by the reticule immersed in blood
Absorbs the lethargy which exceeds inside The transcedency of life turns complex
Turned to the worshipness in the scrapping The dawn turns black in front of the history Perfect characters, afflicted convulse Indenominated creations sacrifice themselves Prophetised solemnity of the analogies Divine themselves by stagnant apathetic formsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
