We find ourselves in the twilight of our civilization.

Are we the dining dead?

We never wake up during the night.

Twilight is upon me, and soon night must fall.

Ghosts cannot slip back inside the body's drum.

For accursed gold, the reward of the gods,

The god of gods.

For the gods.

He'd ransacked, desecrated the temple.

When they brought fleet footed chargers in the evening to show him,

When fast footed steeds were presented to him at evening.

When in the evening were presented to him the standing steeds,

Recall what time there were presented Unto him, at eventide, s coursers swift footed.

When there were displayed before him, in the afternoon, well trained horses of the highest breed for Jihad (holy fighting in Allah's Cause) .

When the beautiful horses were paraded before him in the evening.

And when one evening well trained and running horses of noble breed were brought to him

When there were shown to him at eventide lightfooted coursers

One evening when there were displayed before him prancing steeds,

When his dressage steeds were presented to him in the evening,

Mention when there were exhibited before him in the afternoon the poised standing racehorses.

When the noble galloping horses were displayed to him one evening,

When there were brought to him in the evening (horses) still when standing, swift when running

When well bred horses, which were fleet of foot were paraded before him near the close of day,

Behold, there were brought before him, at eventide coursers of the highest breeding, and swift of foot

So the heathen gods placed upon the gold... a terrible curse.

Comatose.

Channel the humiliation of imprisonment into your fists and fight the oppression Far beyond the confining walls, you'll slay your prey!

Yellow strengthens the nerves and the brain.

Grief for the gods!

To the Mountain of the Gods.

For the gods.

For gods.

Allfather of the gods? Shh! G

The mountains of the gods and the head of the snake.

He's in a coma.

The leaves of the trees turn yellow in fall.

Consider the ancient Greek myth explaining seasons.

He plays his games we play ours.

(Laughter)

Of all the Aesir gods,

Get me some bandages. He's still in a coma.

Now he's in a coma.

She went into a coma.

Through John scott's memory In an attempt to take you back

Here's the story I was telling