Paroles de Hallucinations

Have a drink and make an end to the pilgrimage Across the heated desert lustrous sand Runs thought among finsers ( your ) and one Of your senses talizs to a beautifull flover Blood on your eye - lids has alredy got dry And I don´t wanna frighten dreams As you are coming in to darkness You´ll never see the midday sun every Morning feeds your soul vain hope that Tomorrow ... Until one day you´ll get to where shadows Experrienced the truth and consecration Doesn´t belong there than you´ll Recognize what ? Sorry I don´t know