Text Písně: Supersonic Journey - Satyricon

A rotating silvercolored plateau,
Drops that dance down the Columns
Blue, Cold and the raging starwind
Glowing colors at fearful speed

Indistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog
In outer space on an axis
In another reality on a supersonic journey
Inevitably he can see it,
The lights are going out and he knows

If he just could make us understand
In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture You want
Just a stillborn child on hands that fumble
Raging, Raging at incomprehensible pace

The colors blinding,
The plateau falls in outer hell
The disclose that we had to die...
We pit the hand that fed us
In outer space on an axis

In another reality on a supersonic journey
Is this what is yet to come,
Or a madman's reflection of the Soul?
As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what
Burdens we were to bear

Další písničky hudební skupiny Satyricon:

Satyricon - End Of Journey
Satyricon - A Moment Of Clarity
Satyricon - Down South Up North
Satyricon - The Scorn Torrent
Satyricon - A Moment Of Clarity

Předchozí písničky hudební skupiny Satyricon:

Satyricon - Commando
Satyricon - The Wolfpack
Satyricon - Black Crow On A Tombstone
Satyricon - Die by My Hand
Satyricon - My Skin Is Cold