Behind the proud mask of absurdity and the skull-face of life diurnal Pulses the mind of eternity, repetitive in thoughts returnal
Underneath the crown of thorns, engendered by drops of mankind’s blood Life from life in pain is born to pain in ash, dust, earth and mud
Beneath the moon, the star, the cross, in shades of life, distorted, pale Awakes a sleep peripitous: a spell cast to re-prevail
Submerged in pallor, hid in prayers, the jewel’s lustres gleam, spark, burn Throughout the aether its motions pulse in returnal etern
To hide the skull frail skin is worn, a mere grimace for the lewd t’ aspect To bitter nocence unforlorn, at once its ailment and defect
Upon the brow insubordinate reaped wicker thrives defiant Upon its host’s abortive blood wreathed returnal and compliant
Within the heavens’ astral spheres the hopeful golden chain depends Its ward is stirred, it swings and veers, towards Chaos it portends
Through smokes of temporality the engine’s rotors churn Height suppressed and roots upheaved – the wheels reternally turnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
