Crimson Songtext
von Rassuk

Crimson sky, crimson drink
Sip it and medicate
Tinker lightly, oh narcist race
Bleed it and meditate

What is your trade, narcotic taste
What is your trade, socratic trade


Hasty breathe, pinch the nose, cut through their cord
Raspy voice, dusking eye sliced through their throat

Coal breathes, crackers teeth, grind through their words
Cream lips, oat tongue slit through their feed

This solar hail
This polar hush
Echo in their vale
Chamber in my dusk