WARLICK
Immunology

a sand being coming ashore
out of the swamp before me
coming towards me smiling
the temperature is rising filling my peace of mind
cessation of hostilities and Johnny Knorr is in this terror!!!

sudden wind eroding the sand being
instead of it there is a creature
forming itself from the mud
burning devils in its eyes

the blood in my veins is growing into gold
I cannot breathe I am forfeiting the swamp
with all my last power trying to clamour for help
but the clamouring is dwindling in the rain and snow
shadows are changing their position

again I am dead...


Music: Krystof Peterka
Lyrics: Petr Kral