Из альбома: Another Day on Earth
Passing over
All the dark blades
All the dark blades
Of the forewords
In the forewords
Just a low sound
Such a low sound
Passing over
Drawing closer
Sheer horizon
Flame horizon
Haze of morning
Magnets drawing
Over the forewords
Now entangle
All tomorrow
Gone
Gone
Through crumbled fingers gone
Can never be recollected
All pastness gone
To the crumbled dogma-ing past
Can never be recollected
Passing over
All the dark blades