We are boiling heather honey
We are making the balm of life.
Smoke from our fire
Creeps over the blue lagoon.
Sunset descending it last rays
Weaves into azure waters.
We are the healers of the lost souls’
Eternity helps us, magnifies our power.
We are walk through the endless flower fields
We are searching for immortality.
We looking for the lost scrolls of the Dead Sea.
Hope for the answers that tear us apart
Eleven have been found,
Ancient were right.
But we need to find the last one,
To live eternal life.
One page contains the secrete secret,
No wonder it’s been hidden deep.
Our life is one big enigma.
Perverted desires lead our way.
Matter of time,
Thousands already passed by.
We are unstoppable,
Myth spoils our minds...
November 28, 1996
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
We are boiling heather honey...
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