Here in this shroud of light
Centuries staring at me through the haze
In a slow demise
Lines of a song looking away
In a slow demise
In a low streaming of scent
In a touch of Gloria
I see your face
Let’s have the night
And drink from the chalice
In rivers of Saturn
Bodies pass me by from the tide
In this sin
A desire, pollutes the skies of the town
Determines the upraising
The oldest breach of the caste, roaring out loud
Here in a shroud of fright
Pages of madness staring at me
Lines of a song atavic
Veins of a son taken away
In a slow demise
In a low streaming of scent
In a touch of Gloria
I see your face
Centuries staring at me through the haze
In a slow demise
Lines of a song looking away
In a low streaming of scent
In a touch of Gloria
I see your face
And drink from the chalice
In rivers of Saturn
Bodies pass me by from the tide
In this sin
Determines the upraising
The oldest breach of the caste, roaring out loud
Pages of madness staring at me
Lines of a song atavic
Veins of a son taken away
In a low streaming of scent
In a touch of Gloria
I see your face
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