Slowly transforming The Historys purpose The dawn of Renaissance derives Its ultimate power to proceed The souls are conditioned By abstraction-agony To examine their Wide-screen-birth
Though trees still are green Don't leave unprotected The defects of delusion When the black-white picture Is maidenly descending Over Southern latitude
Prepare to follow Your own prophecy When the Spectrum is fading The filter of re-entry By deceiving all purple-red eyes Will help you to find Your unrecognisable look-alikes Among the pictures Of the Past
Let your dissonant devotion Be heard all over the Hemisphere In delight of the sweetest intoxication To the Mother Xzoriath They reach their bursting ode Through the Veil of Ignorance You catch the gazeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
