samedi, 12 août 2006
Seconde Incantation du Rituel
While the soul master looses his stamp
With his so very shallow pretty tramp
The Third Visitor storms make me wet
Withhold my breath and make me sweat
In the clouds keeps transpiring his silhouette
And his true love I can not forget
The Fourth Visitor's calm stages a new set
Anger vanishes and does not make me upset
Our burning bodies melt in an heavenly duet
And his pure love is my safety net
While the soul master looses his stamp
With his so very shallow pretty tramp
While the soul master looses his stamp
With his so very shallow pretty tramp
The Fifth Visitor is playing easy to get
Escaping bravelly the exclusivity threat
Addicted we dance the softest minuet
His eternal love is so perfect
The Sixth Visitor and I have met
Others absences his attentions offset
Of his tenderness I am forever in debt
His dream love protects without regret
While the soul master looses his stamp
With his so very shallow pretty tramp
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jeudi, 08 juin 2006
Premiere Incantation du Rituel
The Storm Makers Song
While the Soul Master is getting swamped
And muddied by a dirty tramp
The Third Visitor is making storms with me
And his storms are big but not scary
They just fill me with electricity
And throw lightenings through my body
What is the meaning of such energy
Am I just going to go crazy
And taking the Third Visitor with me
Deep deep down in the empty
While the Soul Master is getting swamped
And muddied by a dirty tramp
While the Soul Master is getting swamped
And muddied by a dirty tramp
My soul floats out in the free
And my conscience eludes me
My tears forbid me to see
And my heart in rags will be
What will the meaning of true love be
When the storm makers fly and plea
And ride the wind high from the tree
Until our souls in peace are ready
While the Soul Master is getting swamped
And muddied by a dirty tramp
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