Let them have their final martyrium Let them come with spear and lance Let them impale When all is gone anyway Let them come with a greater smile When all is over anyway
Hail miasma Reigning and raging and raining Leaving reality behind Everywhere
There once was a colour In galaxies blinding Giving them a chance to foresee
There once was a circle Behaving like insects in webs Possessed by will Not dead yet
There once was a field In a desolate nation A field with space for millions to come
There once was a funeral With a guidance to understandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.