I fled into the mouth of the sultry swamp Warm rain washed down my sweat To the virgin morass My feet sank down into the vegetable mould As I hectically escaped from a disenchanting sun.
Abrupt slope in a morose realm... Where the cold is guarding me. I'm freezing... Can I refuse to bask in affection ever again?
Grim mass of unsettled hatred Is benumbed by my depressive downfall. I grope my way along a darkened profanity...
Meagre I've become On my pagan meanderings Murk obscures my inner moorland regions.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
