Gods are changing when people grow,
and loose their faith from
Come
Approach
My trusty jackal's nose
Don't try to lie
Cause I can smell
You opened the portal of my secret favourite constellation.
Rest calm
Can you pay the fair?
Open your mouth and spit the
In a deserted dirty station.
A passenger is in wait.
He has
Desire manifests with endeavour
A form of spiritual eroticism
Magic is a
Many years ago when none could count the time,
spheres of
Equinox is at hand
The gates are now aligned
Raise the candles
We play a game of cards with the nature of
On the land between the rivers
where lions fly and serpents
Inside the mouth of a massive dormant volcano,
a lens is
Hate me
Help me
Convert my mind
Direct me to your gloom
The halls
So they promised you the stars
The happiness of your distant
(Music : Sotiris/Spiros/Chris, Lyrics : Sotiris)I was sailling in the
You wanted me to be the perfect companion.A trusty pleasant
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