Tekst :

Spectral planes before my eyes
Ambivalent glowing with my inner pandemonium
Crimson horizons merge into ashen skies
Ascending bleakness but not clourless
I stride ahead...
Light-absorbing signs appears above me
Symbols to guide me, symbols to brace me
Impressed by those views which I always foresaw
Hearing the silent resonance of everlastingness
A cosmos that never began and will never pale
So do I...
Time and space like warmth and coldness
All earthly concepts left behind
Harmonious evil beyond faintness fills this world
My senses are adapted, obtuse they were
I have spiritualized the flame of Satan
So those eternal impressions are wages
For every life destroyed in a fake outstripped reality
Obscure are the ways of death
And veiled are mine...
Secrets and treasures can be bared in a place called... hell
The relevance of mortality descends after this revelation
And I have banned all christian mortality
One day I enter my morbid world
And stalk an endless paths
Where crimson horizons merge into ashen skies

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now I ve had my bouts with love
Been going through things you never heard of
Breakin up and gettin back together
Faced with...

Weird goings-on at the County Jail
Prisoners reading the sheriff s mail
He s strapped down to a swivel chair
trying to swivel right out of there
Pin-striped Sweet s in Cell 15
Convinced his self it s all a dream
He s got a pet black tabby cat
that...

Hiding in back and never make a sound
If you don t speak your thoughts
They can t be turned around
You lead a targeted youth
Would only talk to certain few
Can t find the courage to leave your shell yet
Torn apart...

1st
Verse
Looking Out
Across The Night-Time
The City Winks A Sleepless Eye
Hear Her Voice
Shake My Window
Sweet Seducing Sighs

2nd Verse
Get Me Out
Into The Night-Time
Four Walls Won t Hold Me Tonight

Dotąd doszliśmy

Dotąd doszliśmy. Tu się rozwiązały
koniec z początkiem. Przekłady Homera
na brzegu siedząc przeglądamy teraz.
Nikt nie przypływa po nas. Puste oceany.
Spokój gwałtowny. Może to już sierpień.
Może strach. Rozegrany przez nas umiejętnie.
Jest mi tak jakby już było za późno.
Może...