Ancient Dark woods Scarve into the stones Thy fiber net - the dreamless head Dreamless head
The seasons brings - the cold again (And brings) the ling - to the flock In the dust.
In the dust of the Earth That beats out The little lives of men
What will I find In the highest place The future is written Centuries towards the end of time
Sorrow, cruel fellowship Priestess in the vaults of death Bitter and sweet in a breath Whispers from thy lying lips
Shall I take things so blind Embrace her as my natural good Or crush her like a vice of blood Upon the threshold of the mind
Distorting the straight and clear Matagatsubi, the curved spirit, Matagatsubi, in his kingdom of the dead Matagarsubi the curved spirit, Matagatsubi, in his kingdom of the deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
