Summer in the wintertime
green sunrays on my naked spine
voices of old are whispering tales of sublime
I lost my name
I lost my time
On this day
I found my phrase
found my way
in the end, it is…
Summer in the wintertime
I fought too many pointless battles
broke many wild warriors’ pompous axes
I passed by raging wings of interlocking sadness
experienced total and complete madness
I walk through many hazy days
but still…
I found my phrase
found my way
there is only one story left to tell
Sounds of the intimidating Aryan Bell
A loud animalistic voice secretly yells
Black Silent Wish wants desperately to tell
Ancient memory wants vagrantly to spell
When you see…
White rabbit with the golden dime
It is…
Summer in the wintertime
Under the Midnight Sun
credence is given to the Holly Odin Son
yellow snow is cooking slowly
all is revealed vividly and carefully
almost… boldly
Magick glow fuels the power of the first fallen white snow
Frigate of flashing assaulting numbers
many songs end in red and white magickal somber
Do you wish to know?
what turns the magnetic superheated flow…
What brings into this world a sacred glow?
who made who?
Who made you?
What brings the morning ray of light, so dear to you
Unnecessary rivers of intoxicating pain
attraction created in this wild ambitious, well-guarded domain
sometimes all words are said in vain
sometimes words are their own guarded futile restrain
Summer in the wintertime
All is fine…All is exactly moving on on the calculated line
The distant train is coming right on time
Can you feel the Summer in the wintertime?
Unlogical Sunrise in your head
Blessed moonlight Is slowly stretching right ahead
Is anybody left?
Is this all just a simple Punic theft?
Are we dreaming…
words that are deceiving
Are we unconsciously saying
thoughts that are flawlessly decaying
Enjoy the silence
stale persecuted violence
in your head
somebody is always
wishing your death
On the broken radio
is playing the story about the Golden ratio
On the TV screen
All the pictures look so omnipotent, so extraordinarily clean
but Brother…
reality is not what it seems
Did you know…
Your TV can silently scream?
All the world is hidden in the perfect motivated dream
Black and white synthetic neverending vine
has been spilled on the silver tapestry of time
Hidden tongues are creating the all-seeing rhyme
red hot damsel caught in a white immaculate crime
future and past are catching together spinning ride
how can be …
Summer in the wintertime?
The tall forest is rising among strong Pine trees
reality fluidly speaks
Bell callously sings
Who can it be…
Space Vikings?
Sorry,
Does this sound very surprising?
it is already time for a late uprising?
maybe is bad and highly backward timing…
maybe is time to stop hiding…
Is Black Sun Rising?
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