Texty:
Cales

Glorification of trash and megalomania Talk shows and the world of color magazines Distorted facts about the life of rich and famous The subject of heated

I'll love this world today And I'll hate it tomorrow There's nothing sacred to me There's nothing to make me stoop No one wiped my ass And I don't turn

A dusty flute played Mozart a brace of pigeons on the window Sill shit down on the statues of abandon heroes They didn t care that someone will dust

My life is a flight across the azure skies I'm soaring in elation And swooping into the blood-red sunset Not to lose my strength In the landscape of my

Welcome to my inner world, baby I dont feel either pain or hate I just dont know whether you can carry the weight of my fervour On the whole Im happy

Wizard voice sung faraway and the sun dive into deep oceans Night queen is stretching her sparkling dark habit across the sky Volves howled at the moon

From the deep red shine From the rumble of the thunder From the storms and rain and haze of the mist We were created, the superior grand nation We

I suck from the cup of old age Accompanied by my girlfriend Darkness Hidden by night I am hunting the invisible Through the eye of beast of prey I

Roar of wars was covered by the heavy cloak of dust Noises of steel reins were broken in echoes Air sweetened with blood Pagan rabble Fallen under