vistas 29

Dead sing through me
Uprising in shaman's translation
Archrival souls (of) squandering
Transcending the threat, the tarots are burned

There'll come a time
To gloat in the light
Don't stop there

This flesh claims dreams
Mars haunts the skies, crimson and gleaming
Lay thee rebel arms free
Throttle their bones, wrangle its beasts

There'll come a time
To brave the blind
(But) Don't stop their

Laymen's translation
Morals be damned, its ignorance paramount
(But) Kiss sin's feet in worship
What we can't grovel in will master our fate

There'll come a time
The cause will die
(But) It won't stop there

Levitation will knock you down to size