Hammil Peter
Текст песни The Tower

So: onto the familiar top steps!
In cloud-scud moonlight glow
The Tower reels.
I, the blind man,
Feeling for a path I know...
Don't you know that I'm only feeling for how to feel?

Rats run.
Snakes coil.
Fathers,
Stare out at the whispering night;
Rub mud on their arms.

Spiders,
Mud boils,
Children
Whimper in the human vortex;
Faces glow of worms.