Ten times ten the days are numbered Passing time across the cloud of Q'Sh The mystic sat at bow and prayed Listened close with sleepawake eye To the whirling of the vapor Though he of the proof of his prayer The final drops in rough stoneware Cleansed with water cleansed of wine Seeing, skrying, maybe dying Maybe soon the blood knives flying
Pilot daydream wasting hours No port of call to his flowers With lust he wandered far from shore Adventure to the Lands of Whore
Steady in her courseless Navigate through shroud Scroll a shuttered lantern in the Hand of White Noise propeller
Ghoul in black that pulls the strings Admires how the airship sails Knife in pocket turns Yonder sleepawake eye It burns
Something here isn't right Stealth and search second sight Hear the giants groaning Deep below propellers droning Feed the lies that keep them going Feel the knives feel blood flowing Three fools embark upon disaster Three plots three plans emerge as master A cup of silence to drown the others Drought of greed whispers opal
(The spying Warden watches from his Tower in Secret using an Esoteric magnifying Glass, but the dusty Mystic never sensed it.) Passing time across the clouds of Q'Sh Thinking thoughts planning plots Sleepawake eye inaccessibly cries Raises his hand anchor falls Here where we stay Here in the gloom Here in the gray of the sail Here is the tomb of the GrailTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
