Here in this shroud of light Centuries staring at me through the haze In a slow demise Lines of a song looking away
In a slow demise In a low streaming of scent In a touch of Gloria I see your face
Let’s have the night And drink from the chalice In rivers of Saturn Bodies pass me by from the tide In this sin
A desire, pollutes the skies of the town Determines the upraising The oldest breach of the caste, roaring out loud
Here in a shroud of fright Pages of madness staring at me Lines of a song atavic Veins of a son taken away
In a slow demise In a low streaming of scent In a touch of Gloria I see your faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
