The soul of our being stands rooted Planted deep in earth's heavy soil
As the body stretches in heavy strokes dragging Heaven down
The empty time where death is lost and body becomes eternity
Our detest for the know-all of the sky The merciless future The spirit of the world is slowly turning in
Slaughter of our language within Windless tornado eye A word is just a sign Signs from the soul's face
Life ends in the midst of the world Spiritless and empty-headed Life starts in the midst of the world Mindnumb and soulless
Under the sun life grows Joyfull it shows Under the sun life withers True self forget me not
Slaughter of our language within Windless tornado eye Our life is just a sign Mercy of timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
