I embrace the rays of the moon the day before tomarrow... Amongst the stars, enraptured and the clouds are my home I will not cease from mental fight nor shall my sword sleep in my hand. As I taste the bitter dust the veil of sadness caresses me Sleep on the gardens of the blind I remember the child that I was tortured by the terrenal existence revenge, I feel th fexture of my hate with the astonishing fly of my visions I loved to ensoul the inner temple to an odyssey for the ensphere Summoning of my cold sun the haze that sings with thee Enter to the gardens of the blind where only falsehood reigns where the flowers are grey where in grief I forever dwell...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
