Herein lies a city of ruins Sunken piers and buried humans
A liquid shrine in azure light Quaked to dwell ‘neath ocean's smite Floating calm long glassy depths Subsisting life from torments that draw breath
The Intruder and I dive down to her streets To nurseries of children asleep Waiting in vain for bells to summon The echoes of heavens – a time becoming
"Sad and pathetic" the Intruder cries, "These mortals' sense of present time What they call present is perished or unborn True present is finite – draw death ‘wards all And future is present to powers above To sacrifice children and grieve without love."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
