Текст песни ataraxia - The Land Of Sand Of Gold Of Ruin
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Decodinghyerogliphic omensastonishedI feelin the opal sphereastonishedastonishedI feelWhere do you bring me to die, honey hands...where do you bring me to die..?Monosyllableof perceptionsdugwith the fountain-pen endon the heartdugdugwith the fountain-pen endwhere do you bring me to die, honey hands...where do you bring me to die..?Your frameyeld to the painin your bowelssilent sons we aremouldsin your moving urnmouldsin your moving urnwhere do you bring me to die, honey hands...where do you bring me to die..?absence, distance, loss...solitude, lack, sleep...essence, floating, infinity...