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*** Autor textu: Ville Valo *** Autor hudby: Ville Valo
Essential Salts of animals may
Be so prepared and preserved
That an ingenious man
May have the whole Ark of Noah
In his own study and
Raise the fine shape of an animal
Out of its ashes at his pleasure
Unhappy is he
To whom the memories of childhood
Bring only fear and sadness
Oho yes lovely
Wretched is he
Who looks back upon lone hours
In vast and dismal chambers
With brown hangings
And maddening rows of antique books
Watch them in twilight groves
Oh in twilight groves
Oh in twilight groves
By method from the essential
salts of humane dust
A philosopher may call up
the shape of any dead ancestor
From the dust where into his body
has been incinerated
incinerated incinerated
You're under pressure baby
Christ has returned he's returning
In every new born child
In every new born child
Essential Salts of animals may
Be so prepared and preserved
That an ingenious man
May have the whole Ark of Noah
In his own study and
Raise the fine shape of an animal
Out of its ashes at his pleasure
Black Veil Brides:
Airbourne:
Airbourne:
Airbourne:
