Fornication veils the morning just like carnage veils the day The absurd and foul are silenced as the gods have turned away There are crimson feathers falling from the slaughtered bird of truce I am wearing all my glory for the advent of the new There's a golden dawn inside me making darkness go away Just like silver stars imploding we absorb the light of day
In the hopeless march of millions for the sanctity of lies Who is chaste amongst the sacred turning darkness into light? There is golden rain descending from an angel in disguise Let us sacrifice the seraphs for the good of humankind There are storm-clouds in the distance can you hear the rise of fray? We are uniformed and naked in the rising of todayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
