Morning Star Of The East Iii. Ishtar /celebrate Your Beauty) Songtext

And I've reposed all my worriesonto thy perfect land of feelingsthis chamber made by treasures, bygonepillaged beauties, just deficient glamourCon the words, the ones sculptured on meon my tongue'sd ry carpet, on my bloody actionsI cut it fine to run away from temptationfor I spelled my promises and you spelled yourcursesIn the flush of victory you flybut, beware, foible just means nothing to meeven the flowery poems we somehow hearperfectly hide thorns, thorns you might never see