Gouz Mandamaz - Nosfell

Darazdeblek unveiled the path and

Sustained our fate with nonsensical sentences…

«At the surface of the river Glance

Whistle the taboos of a mystified aesthete chancellor

Dancing around the working loom… «He said

«I wish that you could ever read what’s on my mind…

I wish that you could ever glow sometimes…

Within those days I’ll dance above the river Glance

And my prick is what you’ll feel… «Torn !

Tasks !

Machines !

Tempted properties…

The looming chancellor swings among the mango women-leaves

This taste for sweet noise delivers the disease !

Man !

In those lands of wasted words we pray for silent wind…

And sing

«I wish that you could ever read what’s on my mind…

I wish that you could ever glow sometimes…

Within those days I’ll dance above the river Glance

And my prick is what you’ll feel… «Our fella came to us to ask for redemption…

And as a good claimer gave us gifts of compassion

And told us about his dissident brother

Who was born in an eagle glove and

Above us wanted to tower…

But the Sword and the Wreck

The Clash and wheels of time

The eagle crushed the glove

And in the forth finger he died

And moaned

«I wish that you could ever read what’s on my mind…

I wish that you could ever glow sometimes…

Within those days I’ll dance above the river Glance

And my prick is what you’ll feel… »