Текст песни Septic Flesh - Shamanic Rite
Septic Flesh - Shamanic Rite слова песни
From inside a cloud with the shape of a grey owlScanning down the hill of an indian sacred siteI can see a figure with hair white like snowThe polar crystal breathGyrating around the pyre like planet in orbit,Around the burning mass of a life giving sunFollowing the ways of the agelessParallel not our paths can crossIn a shower of meteor stormAs you have sung for meNow I sing for youAs you have welcomed meNow I welcome youThe shamanFrom inside a cloud with the shape of a grey owlScanning down the hill of an indian sacred siteI can see a figure with hair white like snowThe polar crystal breathAs you have sung for meNow I sing for youAs you have welcomed meNow I welcome youLet`s take our place as stars in the night sky...