Текст песни Third Moon - The Spirits Wept
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On the other side I opened the hand before meI walked across tears on which angels are nailedI cut down the weeping facebut the spirits tried to weep again - in my breast...and through oceans and sheepsI stare like a philosopherConstant I crawl across the mud of the aeons iceand above the nightfallthere lies a symbolic handlike dewdrops on a withered leave - spirits weepsThe sun leads your cold and dying hand to a dartand like with other tears you pull it in my heartNow, come closer to me, so I can put myself awayWhat do you expect from me,while standing on my position?Last words - a play on tears - depature of cosmic GodI dream your dreams - I breathe the different kindI stay on a small chair, but for you its a serpent worldNOT FAR AWAYCostal angels on depature not drownedI am afraid of the outside paradise,when watching into watersbut with an astral knife I split my heartMy flaming tears will be flattered - by wept spirit tears