can you see the flowers growing in all that blood dyed soil can you see the lost souls glowing forever, they will toil
wake up hell-come the truth yes it hurts
sustain the pain n’ attain salvation
can you see the rivers flowing ‘round all the sins of men can you see the sad ones owing their lives to lies since then
praise the woods of old, praise the winds so cold please guide our way, through these seven days of may
supra absurdum supra absurdum
on this journey, through black reality we’d touched Utopia a place quite far from here
on our journey, through black reality we met ourselves in a sphere quite far from here
can you see the flowers growing in all that blood dyed soil can you see the lost souls glowing forever, they will toil
you failed the task finally abandoned
and piles of loss once more in my mind
praise the woods of old, raise this place of grace please guide our way, through these seven days of mayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
