No utterance from granite tongue No steps permit a path's retreat Cast back to open lands Once so freely roamed
Hover here A gate between The dim unseen And that which lays in light
The gathered howl of spectral hordes In torrential silent screaming Behind pinhole pupils black Beg release through flood and fire
Time is broken Off its axis Shards in pinprick constellation
Seek the peace of utter blankness Intoxicated by the vapors As the core to ash is turnedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
