The Shrine

(muzyka J.Hertmanowski

tekst A.Pełka)

 

Each Chile this place

Like the ice it was

And barren like sand

Nothing is here

What could you steel

No wisdom here

And no such beauty

This is my sanctuary

My shrine

 

Lands of shadows and curved mirrors

This is my sanctuary

Candles burned out and stench of stonegates entrails

In obsured silence embraced clock

A mute whitness of ages unknown

About which even time has forgotten

Ages memoried only here

Shrine

Shrine

 

Each day, each cry

Each night, each sob

Memory is stonewalls

Shadows are hidden poetry of fear

They whisper about war, peace, love and evil

Deaf walls I've seen and each time I knew

I was everywhere in my sanctuary

My shrine