Vacuous betrayed mind. Bleeding fingertips They teared shred out of my bowels and stayed still Skinned sight of useless rocks I've lost myself in the fold of a morning Killed by the king of a spire and of a faraway ice Hands are shaking, life slipping away all that matters' an idea The blood come gargling from down my lungs Obscene as cancer on innocent tongues “to children ardent for some desperate glory Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori” An icy cold eye. I felt it. It was staring at me Suspended hush drip from the ceiling. Black and dry Too far to hear my scratching on those naked walls Of pillars an infinite succession Stinging voices are bouncing on the wall The speech of the king of a spire and of a faraway ice Hands are shaking, life slipping away all that matters' an idea The blood comes gargling from down my lungs Obscene as cancer on innocent tongues “to children ardent for some desperate glory Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
