Imposed upon the ghosts of reference, polishing the night’s obsidian pearl. While strands of light perish as fleeting thoughts and the creaking carriage of the underworld resounds.
Fallen upon the graves of defyers and trodden with forgotten sons. With the scent of salt, sulphur and mercury, by the blood of the sage beckoned to roam in the foul realms of nightmare.
Return! Do not tarry outside, for the splendors of the sun will blind thee. The stars and the firmament confound thee.
Relinquish the pride that in folly was thine, For the numerous paths that a mannikin must walk are riddled with a thousand holes.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
