The sand beneath your feet a yellow carpetin the palace of wilderness Only king and servant is you searching for the pyramid that guards the emerald board
It was a crescent moon when you have been initiated in the science of the black earth, And the optimism of youth pushed you in quests into the paper worlds of the libraries of Cairo Crescent Moon Two sides of the same coin The poor in mind are satisfied with what they see. Crescent Moon And they bear the sign of imperfection because they miss the other side the invisible. Crescent Moon Few words carved with diamond could draw the curtains that cover the glassy cage of senses The warm touch of the starlight (magnes) will be the proof and the philosopher's stone your trophy
Grab the golden rope and climb the imaginary walls of your thoughtsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
