Tiamat - The Church Of Tiamat | Текст песни

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No candycoloured paradise.
No staring blackholed eyes.
No more dreams of neverend.
Through embers only dark descends.

No more comatose sleepwalking.
No feeble sideshow toungetalking.
Not even crucified you'd get that far.
Nor escape the shining morning star.

No lies shall opiate our senses.
No spying glasses with shaded lenses.
Nor suns that burn a brighter tint.
Just lucid weaves in pristine mint.

No more angels in the snow.
No more hunting high and low.
No more water in our veins.
To seek out gold from grains.

No fight to win or loose.
No single path to choose.
No second coming at all.
Just a simple rise and fall.