Sweet flames are licking grasson hills.
They plunge into the burning chill.
I want to stop these endless kills,
But flowers die and always will.
Petrolatum Hills,
Hell will chose your fate.
Chariots of Time
Will blow your slopes away.
I see the glowing embers fly
Through viscous darkness dead.
And every moment something die
Into the Nothing stared.
A lightning flash across the sky,
Earcutting whistle in the air -
Tearing darkness Time is flyin'
To clear the minds of their.
King of life he rises hands
Blowing off the hills of vice.
And now to kills he put the end,
And blinded flowers can see nice.
Petrolatum Hills,
Hell has chosen fate.
Chariots of Time
Has blown your slopes away.
And now you see through lowering haze
That hate has ruled the hills.
But they got from endless maze,
And now it's dead and never will.
Petrolatum Fairy Tale
© Copyright: Ивко Баер, 2004
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