The spirit of history is bloody An insatiable massacre chain It's the place where it drags Its miserable body A new dawn will come So that the next massacre chain can be forged What's revolution? How can it be so persistent In spite of its inherent contradiction? Each system stems from infinity The finiteness dripping from completeness Is the essence of existence These are the tears gushing from perfection These are the fears feeding its intention How long before the finiteness returns to infinity? That is the root and the end of all evil Until it reaches an age of evolutions Until it must go through an aeon of positions These are the tears gushing from perfection These are the fears feeding its intention These are the tears gushing from perfection These are the fears feeding its resurrection All of his broken dreams are nothing more Than the fears whispered by the careless winds Where are they taking him and what will he do there? I'm sorry for him Perfection is not suited to know about beingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
