You are my shelter, my walden's tomb Lying six feet down in this womb.
I look at the tearing skies where symbols shatter the moon I look at the tearing skies, there's a black sun rising
Arouse fever 'cross this land of ghosts, There's a curtain of smoke and frost.
I look at the tearing skies where symbols shatter the moon I look at the tearing skies, there's a black sun rising
Tearing all my love, your hidden mark. Starving claws dig holes, O carmine sparks.
I look at the tearing skies where symbols shatter the moon I look at the tearing skies, there's a black sun rising
Hear yellings of night, rubbings lewd. Smoke these holy lights, incense woods.
Stare at this holy smoke in the sky that streams to heavens Stare at this holy smoke in the sky, come black sun rising !
Pale drifter, sail under, more There's a thunder in my heart, this thunder roars.
Alone towards the skies, there's carcosa in my heart. My love is a constant pyre, so light this fire !
Alone towards the skies, there's carcosa in my heart. My love is a constant pyre, so light this fire !...
I give you some roar as tearing up the skies I give you some roar as tearing up the skies I give you some roar and holy smokeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
