Текст песни Mythopoeia - Oldmen Of Desert
Mythopoeia - Oldmen Of Desert слова песни
Ravens are circling in middle of headStones of desert are crushing a solitudeOld stem is oscillating in distanceBlowing traces is derecting at a placeBlowing wind is changing face of the daysWhite river rests in silenceStones belong to tumulus of tommorowsHiding place of meditation is dilating the swellVisions of wise ones are drowning tearsFalling dew in the hairs of oldmenReminders of life are circling in middleLight of fires on the way of hearingTouches are streaming from the interior of cavitiesGods is opening brow of dawnRoar is dying down in the echo of hornsPalms are puting together by desire of flaming