I – witness of the newborn time Devoured by the black primal mud And drowned under what will become light Still dark but soon to be real
The maze of creation starts to spill its energy A vibrant yet weak pulse appears So I start walking this ghostly path A billion years turned the foundations to a maze
And I kept roaming it endlessly Crossing contorted shadows and nebular figures All captives of this living maelstrom
As light was set to be created and spilled Amongst the black walls of time
And what was not mean to be seen Suddenly shined with the greatest grotesquery My declining soul fell Into colored nightmares and endless abyssTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
