Every day brings us withdrawal from Earth, Every hour's important for us. I see a bascule-bridge. And our nurse Is Eternity. No the past.
Some stupid set-up that! Incestuous insanity, The winter trembling, perished in the dark, The vanity fair, injured vanity. And the hanged witch is wishing us good luck.
I draw the map of shadow travelling, Removing from rainbow layers of rust, Untwisting the thoughts of magic praying, Where a serpent turns into dust.
Smoke and mist are playing with splinters, Splinters of fancy design of these sands. They are flying away from the perished winters, Making rune-weaving in Venus lands.
Some stupid set-up that! Incestuous insanity, The winter trembling, perished in the dark, The vanity fair, injured vanity. And the hanged witch is wishing us good luck.
I draw the map of shadow travelling, Removing from rainbow layers of rust, Untwisting the thoughts of magic praying, Where a serpent turns into dust.