Testo Drift Psychotic Waltz
lift my soul through the overgrow
stone my soul down below
serenade the dying
cold blind grave, midnight shade
death embrace this evening
drift on my way, drift on my way
drift away. . .
bells of dawn turn you on
can you hear them ringing?
birds of song flying on
can you hear them singing?
drift on my way, drift on my way
now I drift on my way, drift on my way
drift away. . .
