Ancient Scrolls Songtext
von Witheren

Read the latest ancient scrolls
Read the ways to save your soul
Read the latest manuscript
Read your name in the subscript

Goodbye is your first line
As you serve the nectar′d wine


Don't defy the playwright′s hand
Lest you're cast a darker role
The pornography of force
Will exact another toll

With a thousand red-hot swords
With promised frozen stoves
With snowflakes made of ash
And in your last death throes...

You fade into your part
Your sadness made an art
With which to touch the future's heart