Pray to Allah in your sleep, live your dream, make it come true Twelve apostles, thirteen prophets, let their words seep into you Angels wing about your temples, titans stand guard by your side Chasing daemons from your reveries, from the darkness were they hide
Moshe's Law in golden letters, carved into the tablets' stone Thereupon the first church building ere one was three and three were one Etched into the idol: musings, reverence to the genial craft Bestowed upon the human spirit - mockery at which the Godhead laughed
On the altar lie the stone, the chalice and the blade Let them symbolise my bones, my palace and my hatred
solo: Andy
Cast yourself upon these grounds, man, cast yourself down at great length Here I've left for you to gather truth and love and peaceful strength Transport these faiths into all corners of this world which yet lacks strength Weigh the words that roll off your tongue for they are seeds which grow at length Drink the dust that is not dust, see the sand that is not sand to deathless eyes Fill the goblet of your hands and say the prayer in knowing lust and drink into the frame that diesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
