Shapeshifting pictures like water on glass Pool in slow circles rousing thunders in my chest From this I had learned to welcome their claws Barmecidal serenity skims the taut strings of unrest
Words plummet languid like blood beads on grass Hands numb from clenching wear the stab of baleful days By this you will know how real it all was Dripping with darkness, the clout of fate your stare bewrays
The silky shadow was waning to the west The anil glow poured across the astral tides We wept our anguish on the night’s starry breast And lingered in the warmth of wounds long decried
In the last hour before dawn No gust did spur the still In the last hour before dawn The dark sky breathed chill In the last hour before dawn Thin vapours gleamed above In the last hour before dawn Blank eyes burned red as blood
Like water weds ether and ground Our call joined the corners of the dark With the choirs of the winds to resound Beneath the stare of astral sparks
For once in time Let this ode be heard Let the bronze bells chime For what within had stirred
So wistfully we trod on gilt tapestries The nightscented caress that weaved crystalline veils The burning eye twired through thickets and glades Solemnly climbing towards forbidden heights
Morningside haze undraped dew-laced fells A lunar glimpse paled through opalescent veils And our song would ignite the trembling hush But the sharp light charred the tones in our throatsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
