Hold the candle high and let its fire blaze. Within five points to feel its strong and cleansing scathe. In the still a thousand burning torches blow - not a flicker to match the majesty below.
Obscure the star - you won't get far.
Great light. Glorious Light. Shine on me.
God of light, play us your grand and elaborate theme. Blind all life with glare that only few will see. A thousand funerals all rolled into one. Bleed the void into the world, bleed it into the sun.
Obscure the star - you won't get far.
Great light. Glorious light. Shine on me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
