Bitterness blows in the heart Like chilly draughts in the hall Of a crystal castle Lost among clouds made of gold
Those anxieting visions Images behind frozen windows Make my eyes bleed Ebony blood
When the silvergray fluid shall crack reality's walls Mixing with blood and filth as sirens swimming in pitch
When the sweet arcades of these desperate our owns Trickle down upon yhe misery of this dead everyday life
Like pitch on your wings Like a child lost in a war Like dark paint upon a shiny picture Like dirty sperm on a toy
And whwn the new star will shine of its own black And there will be nowhere to shelter Maybe they'll understand who we are What we'll always cry forTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
