---

The ways of the spirit are not to be taught
But to be understood by the privileged and gifted souls
The ways of reflection, bestowed upon those meant to see beyond
For there is more to find in every word, a hidden truth

Thoughts followed by doubts, doubts followed by wrath
Perpetual pondering confrontation, scorn or acceptance
For there could be more, for there might be another awareness
For there's neither wrong nor right

To the gallows with those who do not dare
To the gallows with thoughts I deep down should not bear

A rogue either around my mind on your throat
For i'd prefer blood over a last bitter note
Slip off and twitch, for your dusk to be my dawn
With the first light of my day, all clouds shall be gone

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.