Tekster:
The Black Atlantic

Woman, Tranquilly laboring at all love's cultivation I do believe I am fortunate to have met you Woman, How ephemeral our grace is in these wind stricken

Heirloom to an old sun Now, you are in the light trees owned for so long In this tide that explodes on your retina Can you still look upwards? Into a

Oh, great and wondrous world How the dice of evolution came Up with a surprise To make these tiny particles come alive Alive, come alive Alive, alive

light game show once again we dummin down to ease off the globe What's the definition of this thing called black I had a preminition 18 way back That black

in what I gave to you Follow me and I will follow you Everything's different since I was alive My tainted soul is now washed clean No need to cry Black

across the darkness and hold up the Spear of Destiny Hail Deggial, Sign of the Black Sun We will light the flames of victory, HAIL! Black sun burning

s sweet enchantment, The Topaz Throne is beckoning, The jewelled sword awaits my grasp, The dreaming gods now grimly brood in The silence of Atlantean spires. The sky is black

Torch across the darkness and hold up the Spear of Destiny Hail Deggial, Sign of the Black Sun We will light the flames of victory, HAIL! Black sun burning