In scarlet fields where fallen angels sleep: a ground upon which mortals dare not tread, where moves the image of the fallen man who holds the star within his hand beneath the shadow of a darkened sun: intoxicated by the wine of life we slumber through our days of emptiness and blindness and forgetfulness.
Within the fire of awakening: there lies the core of my triumphant self. a spark ignites a freedom greater than all life, my mystery profound.
Upon the altar where the chalice stands: where coils the serpent round its offering of knowing and of sight, the power to transcend beyond the tyrant's throne.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
