Текст песни Мартиэль - Караван видений

The owner of the destroyed tombs, King Ice Countries
    He looks through the eyes of the dead to those who will come later.
    Sand, like tear moisture filled his eye sockets.
    He catches a vision of pale toothless, withered mouth.

    Goddess comes with snakes in her hair disheveled,
    Go easy at the time, and her eyes are empty.
    She was praised in the ancient night mad poems
    To the feet of its color marble dropped oaks sheets.

    And in the sky, Sirius shines - hounds star
    And lunar radiance pours in chopped coffins.
    A dead thirst toil, they dream about water, water ...
    Turning the pages yellow dry hand of fate.

    A grain that the soil thrown dream of daylight.
    Lovers embrace furiously on the black naked earth.
    And someone throws volume rustling in the mouth of fire,
    Trying to stay warm in the cold November fatal mist.

    In a glass of wine is sour, stale bread on the tablecloth ...
    One related to another over the world fly year.
    He is playing the harp broken gray and sad Phoebus.
    Paintings blind genius on my canvas - always.

    And I still was spinning madly in the sparkling emptiness,
    Not seeing the desperate attempts to focus my urge.
    And the face in a broken mirror - not the same, and the words - not the same.
    And then, again, the reality of recreating itself, to play.

    Play entertaining terrible King Ice Countries
    Silent, motionless, the immortal dead man
    And fed rotten mouth and another's dreams -
    Until the roar of the pipe, until the end of days.

(Text - Innelda (Toriello))