Besedila: Throes Of Dawn. Quicksilver Clouds. Vertigo.

Take me down
Into your black grotto
Where the air is thick with insects
Touch me with your secret

I close my eyes
And let the vertigo
Touch my mind
I close my eyes
And let your vertigo
Destroy my mind

I'll follow you
into the land of the insects
Where tumors blossom
Like roses of the old earth
(One for each to pick)

I close my eyes
And let the vertigo
Touch my mind
I close my eyes
And let your vertigo
Destroy my mind

I'll lie down
Onto the sour, filthy ground
And crawl with the insects
And share your sickness