On my journey through the crypts, With sideways, a thousand. Where to go, uncertain My eyes catch so many sights Heavenly cathedrals and hellish gates. A choice falls upon me, again
How do they navigate, all these halls? With no attempt to anticipate and read Whispered words vibrate through the cold walls My environment and the ghosts still circling around me. But I am blind man In my own crypts and mazes. Do you know how it feels, when a moon rises at the sky While her light does not dare to caress your skin? Do you know? When water flows around, not touching Have you ever felt the eyes, turning away when in your presence? What it is like, to be judged by demon ? What it is like, to be judged by an angel ? When death, so uncomplicated, just turns into madness
Lead: Peter
Do you know how it feels, when a moon rises at the sky, While her light does not dare to caress your skin? Do you know? When water flows around, not touching. Have you ever felt the eyes, looking through your shape....Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
