Amongst the pantheon of black and white Walks a lone wolf driven by the strife A crystalline carpet or dark-leaved men Whose shelter for the wolf would be suffice?
And don’t you mistake my story to be that of a wolf For my words breed the conundrum between duality and half
For my words speak of the absolute truth Within duality lies the wolf’s elusive fruit For my words speak of the absolute truth Within duality lies the wolf’s elusive fruit
What is better, to know or to behold? To turn a blind eye, or to listen to the truth being told? Amongst the pantheon of black and white The lone wolf shall walk in order to survive Whose shelter for the wolf would be suffice? Neither of the pine, nor of the ice The grey that’s born when the two combine Is the grey that embraces the lone wolf’s strife
Desire the white and for life you will weep For you shall become one with the sheep And if in the black serum you choose to float You shall be enslaved by the master of the goat
And don’t you mistake my story to be that of a wolf For my words breed the conundrum between duality and half For my words speak of the absolute truth Within duality lies the wolf’s elusive fruit
What is better, to know or to behold? To turn a blind eye, or to listen to the truth being told? Amongst the pantheon of black and white The lone wolf shall walk in order to survive Whose shelter for the wolf would be suffice? Neither of the pine, nor of the ice The grey that’s born when the two combine Is the grey that embraces the lone wolf’s strife
The black serum that stirs within you Only grows thicker with time The leash only lies with a few The black won’t be controlled by the naiveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
