Тексты песен Sol Invictus

The world and all its angels, Talking in my head The world and all its angels, Lay upon my bed The world and all its angels, Set table for a feast The world and all its angels, Come to toast the suckl

Gold is king, and the wind blows misery Gold is king, and the wind blows usury A falling leaf from a poisoned tree A fetid river flows into an empty sea The lute is cracked as is the spinner's wheel