He spake of fire yet he looked like rain Was thread from a past of unwavering faith His words inspired and his thoughts gave sense His wisdom was pearls for the ones with less.
His mind now consumed with a face he does not know And all seed is grown in the garden of his head Such evil darkly seed of which we dare not speak Intruding in his skull to destroy all it seeks.
"My philosophy's turning dark..."
He speaks of fire yet he looks like rain He's bred from a past of broken faith His wounds have flame And the pangs have teeth The scars come alive when there's warmth and heat.
The blinded are doomed to never see again And all seed is sown in a time of rape and rain The great calamity of which we shall not speak Is written in our eyes for those who dare to seek.
There's a rainbow in an abyss, there's gold in a grave The hand is undying against this bitter plague I'll show you some more if you walk through my door I'll find you the force to shape all you know.
There's an eagle in a forest with the face of a dove My memory's returning with someone else's past I'll show you some more if you walk through my door I'll find you the force to shape all you know.
There's a phoenix in these ashes There's an omen in the psalm The learned one is weeping as philosophy turns dark I'll show you some more if you walk through my door I'll find you the force to shape all you know.
"A time and place in days before This mind that's yours was a vessel of mine Did I evolve into something more pleasant? I tremble to think... Looking through you, I see what I became A mage with words, a prophet of thoughts Dissecting logic and manipulating belief Are we so different then? I lived to destroy, you think you lived to enrich But the stench of vanity roams rank and clear in all that you were."
"Men are not equal... There's no god until our belief creates him Our blind faith is the fuel for his being Men are not equal... Believe what you may! Some live solely for the sake of others Some are misfortunes that should never have happened Fate favors the self serving Thus my return cannot be denied I am here to reclaim the mind that was mine You should tremble to think..."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
