On a crisp as bacon morning with the sunshine on my head, From the twilight of the dawning raised myself up from my bed. Fixed mine eyes upon a favor like no mortal eye behold, Then I chose to taste the flavor of the ancient of the old.
On a chill as winter evening in a doubtful circumstance, He stopped the evil breathing of a one time's serpent's chance. Old black sea with silver lining how I long with all my soul, To quaff the mystic fragrance of the ancient of the old.
From a red as amber burning with a chalice in my hand, I know there is no turning I must now obey command. At last decree has destined now the mystery untold, Will shine in all its glory from the ancient of the old.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
