I dreamed I saw St Augustine, live as you or me Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery With a blanket underneath his arm and a coat of solid gold Searching for the very souls who already have been sold
"Arise, arise." He spoke so loud in a voice pulled down with strain "Come out, ye gifted kings and queens and hear my sad complaint No mortal is among you know who you can call your own So go on your way accordingly and call your Lord alone"
I dreamed I saw St Augustine live with fiery breath I dreamed I was amongst the ones who called him unto death Oh, I awoke in anger so I wasn't terrified I put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and cried I put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and criedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
