Living in this place,
Staring into space we find
We make share the corners of our lifes.
Infinity runs deep,
Etirnity that we can't keep
Melting though the frozen wastes of time.
Purple, gold and blue,
Living colours every hue,
Flowers in the garden of the Gods.
No one could ever know
If you ever saw them grow,
But this dakness, it's really full of light...
Прет. Если и писать тексты про суицид и смерть, то так, как это делает Дикинсон и группа Мегодэт, и никак иначе.
Current music: Bruce Dickinson - Navigate the Seas of the Sun