Blessed Songtext
von Tachka

Blessed are the gods
Surely more blessed than us, feasting
Are you pacified now that you′re feasting with them

Are you?

Saying all the words I read in books won't give me comfort now
My heart knows where you stand yet
What flawed logic you show your love with
Poor overloaded trains running out of breath
Running off the rails, catching what steam they can