Mechanical Poet

Sirens From The Underland
LAY YOUR HEAD ON A FEATHERY MOSS FREEZE YOUR MIND AND DROWN IN DOSS SEE THE PLACES YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN LET THE MAGIC BEGIN Bountiful gilt Stained the green Never-ending wilt Covered the scene Fanciful shades Gathered on the glades Wheezy summertime slowly fades Mummified grass Cloaked the lanes Faint ruddy brass Coloured the plains Deep in the haze A pristine race Is beginning to sing witching lays Wonderful ballads are lugging away You won't be back if you leave the way Sometimes a well-known voice can be heard in the choir From a nebulous mire Are they contented or just magnetized? Enfettered and still mesmerized Aus Songtexte Mania