Found it in the drab of dusk Inside the grove by the ruined road A meeting point of souls Old and pulled together close To the conjuring Far from the machine And all the hells of the mind And all the other slaves, whores And merchants of such kind
These woods sing to me a song An ode to pale light in swelling darkness Ripe with vampires bleeding oil
Coiling trunks, they move to shape a doorway Oaken mouth yawn agape Once I pass, I feel the wounds may wither Give the body to the woods
Cruel ice covers the earth All of the engines are off Tools and devices lost Let's leave this house to decay There is only distance to cross
In my youth I zealously donned the robes of sloth Of foolish pride and fever for all things undone Burn in your mind this image of a world As real as anything else Hidden in the rustle of pine and oak, the temple stands Where all the senses awaken Wither the veil that suffocates Offer the host the wreckage What she can salvage she surely will
Things without a meaning Taste, smell or feel Words without a substance With those you were besieged
See those before you Swimming in the froth of Jaws devouring allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
