Текст и слова песни Mournful Congregation – Heads Bowed
...Heads Bowed...
A moment of bitterness overcomes me
The object is there but I am not ready
The spirits are whispering waiting to engulf me
Mesmerising chimes distant and abstracted
... The Descent...
I enhance the object of stone, a statue
Concentrating my mind on this point
Rising towards the spirits, the chimes intensify
I am following the quabalistic tree
... Oblivion...
The endless images of forthcoming tranquility
Prosperity is mine as I inhabit the skies
Day is night and time is nonexistent
I am not in my own forever...
A moment of bitterness overcomes me
The object is there but I am not ready
The spirits are whispering waiting to engulf me
Mesmerising chimes distant and abstracted
... The Descent...
I enhance the object of stone, a statue
Concentrating my mind on this point
Rising towards the spirits, the chimes intensify
I am following the quabalistic tree
... Oblivion...
The endless images of forthcoming tranquility
Prosperity is mine as I inhabit the skies
Day is night and time is nonexistent
I am not in my own forever...
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