We are sail to obscure Transcendental sea Weirdy and tall Altered reality Our craft is so old Like a birth of a sense We are psychic sailors And we are prepared
To discover the minds capes To direct, guide and lead Through your trembling fears And anxiety We are prepared for Each of all psy-disease For massive of waves And for doom, yes indeed
There is lighting sky With a sparky reflections Kaleidoscopic Massive ejections The sea makes me sick And a water has calling I'm starting to drifting Away
From spreading the range To a spatial dimension Near fractalic rose Through electric tension I'm keeping my way Across the waves of decay Do you think it madness? Full speed ahead I say!
Crushing, knockdown And skating psy-storm Has strike back
Down falling down My mind blended out From his stable form And starts to floating around
Specters and wraith Come to our disgrace Abyss devoted Weird, creep and bloated
So this is the end Or may be beginning We merge our minds And starts to believing Now we a part Of sea, storm and waves Now we a part Of your mind disgrace
We so huge above And giant below We coming so soon From thousand years ago We know real and true Taste of latitude Greatness of immensityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
