81 Trips
A cryptic journey, into the unknown
Each hat a portal, to a mind unshown
An occult display, a realm of thoughts
As we venture forth, into the astral knots
Sins killing hats, sins killing souls
Onto our ship, we heed the call
To the cosmic void, behind the stairs
A magick journey, we will share
81 trips, to transport them all
A feast of bloodlust, a mystical call
From inside a hat, they cannot run
As our hats point high we praise the sun
We praise the sun
An infinite road, delusional maze
As we fly through countless days
Hysterical laugh, we're going fast
As we push deep, mashing our minds
Reality bends, sanity frays
And the planets collapse in their last dance
Put on your hats and hold on tight
The final stage, keep your smile wide
81 trips, to transport them all
A feast of bloodlust, a mystical call
From inside a hat, they cannot run
As our hats point high we praise the sun
81 trips, to transport them all
A feast of bloodlust, a mystical call
From inside a hat, they cannot run
As our hats point high we praise the sun
81 trips, to transport them all
A feast of bloodlust, a mystical call
From inside a hat, they cannot run
As our hats point high we praise the sun
Each hat a portal, to a mind unshown
An occult display, a realm of thoughts
As we venture forth, into the astral knots
Sins killing hats, sins killing souls
Onto our ship, we heed the call
To the cosmic void, behind the stairs
A magick journey, we will share
81 trips, to transport them all
A feast of bloodlust, a mystical call
From inside a hat, they cannot run
As our hats point high we praise the sun
We praise the sun
An infinite road, delusional maze
As we fly through countless days
Hysterical laugh, we're going fast
As we push deep, mashing our minds
Reality bends, sanity frays
And the planets collapse in their last dance
Put on your hats and hold on tight
The final stage, keep your smile wide
81 trips, to transport them all
A feast of bloodlust, a mystical call
From inside a hat, they cannot run
As our hats point high we praise the sun
81 trips, to transport them all
A feast of bloodlust, a mystical call
From inside a hat, they cannot run
As our hats point high we praise the sun
81 trips, to transport them all
A feast of bloodlust, a mystical call
From inside a hat, they cannot run
As our hats point high we praise the sun
Credits
Writer(s): Denis Solovev, Pavel Kaunov
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