Woorden:
Frost And Still The Dreamer Sleeps

dream to aspire Wake up Shouts the world of demise Wake up And still the dreamer sleeps See the sleeping man With the burning dreams A thousand shadows soared Up and

the bass and treble hit So wise up, keepin' yo eyes up I'm lookin' for bitches and bitches to size up I bust one and thumps one, I bust two and rise

bitch Go scrub down I get up inside the pussy, spend my day in it Lay in it, play in it Wake up and go to sleep and still stay in it Imagine my

and Granted by the Wisdom He had to Transcend his Cryptic Wishes All Life and Time stood Still for that Moment Even the Winds Rode Colder and Stronger

me almost endlessly And delightful and free may pilgrimage My soul into the unknown land I fly with the raven Through timeless spheres of frost... Through wasted lands of dreams

crimson ice Murder by degrees And frost killing time I still see my brothers eyes Burning thru the freeze Vision clouds to the sight of a dream and

man's dream now has ended much too soon Forgotten rests the wisdom that brought them once so far Vanished until rebirth, we sleep the endless sleep For

We still sit at separate tables And we sleep at different times And the warm wind in the palm trees Hasn't helped to change our minds It was the lure

so far away My dream is mixing with my consciousness The thick fog grabs a hold of my senses and the road that I'm following is still long. Voices of