Kiss The Anus Of A Black Cat - Between Skylla And Charybdis lyrics

The crown or cross inspires belief A condesuous sun glows On a cloud of night The beckoning moves My father spoke to me of rivers Of which he never tired Hand in hand with silver lace They feel so cold It feels so cold The curtains close Lumps in throats The puppetry Was wizardry The beckoning moves And so the winter reigns without cease Oh, so the sun with its thick black rays reached me Here Take heed Take heed Take heed Little children believe In nebulous dreams Roused by absurd and cosmic streams And so the rivers abound The rivers abound The rivers abound Doubt the rain but the rain will come Oh, i've seen your storm.