Brother, can you help me now
I feel my mind is drifting
Lost between the sacred grains of sand forever shifting
Dormammu is looming and of that you can be sure
I can sense the yawning of his dimension’s door
So turned on
What we all knew is gone
Burn your wheels into the sun
Surrender to the mindless ones
Great Vishanti I am gone, a white haired girl is crying
All beliefs are thrown to hell, the ancient one is dying
My astral self is frozen and there’s no way I’m returning
I must gaze into the eye, I watch my body burning
I’m so turned on
What we all knew is gone
Burn your wheels into the sun
Surrender to the mindless ones
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.