Transylvanian Transmissions Pt. 1 Songtext / Lyric

{I was waiting for you

Tell me what's wrong

Oh it's nothing, it's just a readjustment

Your eyes

Tell me what's wrong

Oh it's nothing, it's just a readjustment

Your eyes}






This idea is sufficiently plausible in an attempt to account

For the phenomenon the sickness and the sentence of blood

I could no longer struggle every moment threatened to be the last

There was pain, dizziness and profuse bleeding at the pores

How is this possible? The transmission was transfusing

In a moment the sober eye of reason would detect

A vibration in the flesh, creeping, incoherent

Bearin' no mark of a human hand



{The vision comes and goes

But tonight I saw very clearly

The vision comes and goes

But tonight I saw a very clearly

Very deeply}