Death By Tact

...the colours and textures, begin to burn

And will mix with you in only one thing...

He forgot the oceans and the voices

And made the crimson stay away

The long haired ones, the blood ones, the wind makers

The ones initiate by the triumph of the nature

...And everyone takes the music by its own

To annihilate all besides all...

And the touch will have dark and evil presence

In the revelations of the ages and the rain

...Let the sword stay in my dreams

Of a lonely and dark angel

You touch yourself and you're scared

The death vaporizes, and the rest is magic...

The trumpet cries played bye the black wizard

Nothing, is you, either the sad drums

Even the dark woods that play for the night

Another one is inside me, deep inside