Giant Sighs - Shamema & The Snake (the jealously guarded secret of the Fakirs) | Текст песни

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• Shamema & The Snake (the jealously guarded secret of the Fakirs)

I bathed, blithe in deep waters,
I surfaced to see surfaces cave.
These fissures bear manifest a taut and terrible frame.
Shades injecting on the highest bounds of the field
lace each glimpse of a new horizon now revolved, halcyonic.

Soon she trails a thirst
i'll fall hard of breath
wild reflections of stature
concealed a feast all knowing
revealed at least not showing
a part of the field
develops shrill, immature.

forward and dive, among your airborne
sewn with levies and perils
another wisdom used to disbelieve
their being civil or wise
cleaving cliffs in the eight-cube boundary,
taking the sow to the swamp.

Abberation, the regatta now in flight from it's course,
impressed upon great swollen plots of frail and meager wreckage.
On dense-faint debris, the light is good.
Your delapidated sham-palanquin, glides by sap and shade.
The Limner trinity gives a monstrous crackling,
on layers of meek limbs,
the glares and flashing.
Shed some shadow, set a lamp alight.

a blotch on the angels who cast their nets
A scheme to yield new affirmation.
'Commit cohorts to me', demands the catechism.
See! this cone is a loss column
All firing in idle dystrophy.

Within this pall, the band of sprites mount their auto da fe
Sunk underneath great swollen plots of frail and meager wreckage.

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