never wound what you can't kill as if mere flesh would hold sheer will nothing ventured, nothing gained pure ambition won't be tamed
magic needs but a knife and nimble fingers slowly weaving the spell thus miracles are made to claim what's always lain inside
gifts of flesh - bodies unravel in gifts of flesh - endlessly revel in what's pouring forth unto infinity
hands to carve, eyes to see each cut decries a false decree unlock the book bound in skin the universe slumbers within
one need only turn the key to claim what's always lain inside
there it lies, bereft of form its cover cracked, its pages torn there is nothing more...
open, the gates lie open sweet essence flowing seep through the cracks between the worldsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
