Black Drop Journey Lyrics

Asmodee Black Drop Journey

A corpse who looks like a dead wanderer
The ancient keeper of celestial vortex wisdom
A mummified king with a black drop in his hear

A hook through the brain
From the divine speech rain
Metaphoric meteorite falling apart
Something like prophetic strain,
From the heaven's wide pathless way...

'Cause words of gods are black drops
In the corridor train of the mind

Look at the flying beetle
Who rolls his ball along the crimson ground :
Mansion made of fleshly nook...

Look at the golden beetle
Who rolls an embrya barn of his own... rot...

Like the spirit construction
In the celestial heart
Gives birth to immortality embrya...

But the metaphoric black pearl must return to the
sky...

Words of gods are black drops
In the corridor train of mind...

Holy driver of the falling drops, take it away into the
sky...

Black drop... Journey.