The gifts of light are manifold Yet few have eyes to look inside and see them
Not you, my dear – your love is cold And this is how it goes...
The Tempter's fires are great and old And who had not forsaken love to seek them?
This is how the prince, the star, the poor Rejoice in death Then go...
I walk the line between the worlds And ever-present is your love But day's a prison and the night's like fire on my skin The sin of blindness draws me in
Through skin and death Through bone and earth I shall bear witness to your birth (And) then: no more prison and no veil upon my eye All kingdom's sights within a sigh...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
