Looked out this mortal window, beheld a dry mirage. A black wind was blowin' - pierced the warm facade. At the very moment my blackened foot touched the earth. Gonna grab me a tunnel, and command me a berth. Prometheus bound - suffering on the hour. Stole a flame, burnt his game- Dischord's golden apple gone sour. In this glowing casket there's solace from your gloom- My Spirit's strength is master inside my Lunar Womb... Come beside me - twilight fades and night is soon. What flows inside me is the lifeblood of the waning moon.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
