Слушать бесплатно The Promised Future Aeons

Erotic and dreamlike still in its mortal disguise A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theatre The painted angels - shadowed high above Once they gathered to worship at the picture of me Like a whisper where there are no words Appears the perplexed - the statue of might In the cradle of the next generation A spiraling ruin - lost in the gathering dust ...The faces you saw in the withering garden I witnessed the flikkering - made to look like stone Quivering like little figures lost in broken flames Never to forget again the names carved in horrid flesh Those words drawn in water - become our legacy of fantasies Burn the pictures So unexpected in this strange deserted place Once opened its secrets would become the world Its attributes would continue to unfold forever