My age, my beast, who will ever Look into your eyes And with his own blood glue together The backbones of two centuries? Blood the builder gushes From the throat of earthly things, Only the parasite trembles On the threshold of new days. As long as it holds life, a creature
THE AGE
THE AGE
THE AGE
My age, my beast, who will ever Look into your eyes And with his own blood glue together The backbones of two centuries? Blood the builder gushes From the throat of earthly things, Only the parasite trembles On the threshold of new days. As long as it holds life, a creature