In the vapours of opium In a smoky Paris salon Like a black and white photo It's a kind of deja vu Dancing girls Their faces veiled Naked bellies Empty
A rude awakening, I realize There's cold obsession in my eyes An alien face that I've to show Belonged to me some years ago I'm not myself I've killed
Winter forest Winter patterns on the trees Trudging through the horny bushes Snow is cracking Underneath my feet Broken branches Shadows grey My eyes
In the holy river Ganges In the river of karma and souls Shiva speaks to the Goddess Kali Gently breezes carry his voice In the holy river Ganges Pilgrims
In his room - an alien aura Glass-pipes, mortars, golden vessels He knows all, but he must hurry Working on what seems so precious He's gonna turn this
Over our dying world Nobody knew him And he knew everyone by name There in his book So many dates, so many fates There in his book of death Your final scream
In the web of dreams In the well of nightmares In the world of her coma She's playing her game She belongs to the clan Half-alive, half-dead Her astral
The traveller has come many miles He's tired, half closing his eyes No thoughts - only peace in his mind What once was is now left behind He can't yet
heart So deep within me Inside of me Slow and majestic, it grew up The emptiness within my heart Under the moon, under the stars And in the evening misty
