The unborn equine embryos
The unsworn dying mares
Could have been seen waiting for the deed
And the hungry vultures
Spontaneously speak
Of stallion with crimson eyes
That will arise
Aye aye captain!
How does it feel?
Run!
Aye aye captain!
How does it feel?
The untold words of the known
The untold truth of secret tales
Could have been hidden for eternity
And the hungry vultures
Spontaneously speak
Of stallions with crimson eyes
That shall arise
Aye aye captain!
How does it feel?
Run!
Aye aye captain!
How does it feel?
Mother earth has spitted us out
As the roses grows there
We grow away
Bloody hands
Thorns penetrate
Venomous kiss to
Say goodbye
Don't forget to breathe slowly