The Power that Be
Each of them can be called
Witness of my ascension
For by the feathers of angels
I was carried to clouds
Risen straight from the den
Among dressed in white phantoms
Their language seemed very strange
Very much like delirium
Believe in me
For I am life and death
How does it feel
To be set from captivity?
As if I were a newborn, a criminal without decree
Exhaling smell of fate
Never felt like a war
Against wicked justice
That Themis sent for us all
Witness of my ascension
For by the feathers of angels
I was carried to clouds
Risen straight from the den
Among dressed in white phantoms
Their language seemed very strange
Very much like delirium
Believe in me
For I am life and death
How does it feel
To be set from captivity?
As if I were a newborn, a criminal without decree
Exhaling smell of fate
Never felt like a war
Against wicked justice
That Themis sent for us all
Credits
Writer(s): Jan Rogowski
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