Hold my hand and take me ,
To a place ,
Unknown as Agnostos ,
Where the breeze plants kisses ,
And bolshic waters flow near ,
Where acacia leads a dance ,
And creatures wallow benignly ,
Where staid skies with wonders wide ,
And savage grass to face it ,
Where the birds sing tunes of life.
Hold my hand and take me ,
To a place ,
Unknown as Agnostos ,
Time speeds ,
And now there's Agnostos ,
To which i belong no more ,
morose...
Now deride me ,
In the absence of Joie De Vivre...
