Песня: In The Fathoms Of Wit And Reason At the marvels of shredded flesh Unfoldedin tormenting beauty, A stone fell to the heart And all was in vainN
From ancient crypts arose That sibling of despair Spread like plague inside 'Till all and hope was slain.
Icy black The beacon of this riverside. Thread the crust With childish glee.
Draw night from the domes of heven And step gently on the porch of death.
Soon all stars will shine and play Merrily on our skeletal keys. There will be silence and night Like none had ever dreamt, Even in the fathoms of wit and reason.
So lay to rest 'Neath crying pines When dusk brings rain. Copper tongue, it must be death Flooding, my mouth and muse tonight.
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