[ORPHEUS] King of silver, king of gold And everything glittering Under the ground Hades is king of oil and coal And the riches that flow Where those rivers are found But for half of the year with Persephone gone His loneliness moves in him crude and black He thinks of his wife in the arms of the sun And jealousy fuels him and feeds him and fills him With doubt that she'll never come Dread that she'll never come Doubt that his lover Will ever come back
King of mortar, king of bricks The River Styx is a river of stones And Hades lays them high and thick With a million hands that are not his own With a million hands he builds a wall Around all the riches he digs from the Earth The pickaxe flashes, the hammer falls And crashing and pounding As rivers surround him And drown out the sound of the song he once heard:
La la la la la la la... La la la la la la la... La la la la la la la... La la la la la la...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
