Bill Laswell piosenki

Dawn is the sacred hour Dawn is the sacred hour Saffron and rose - colored it throws open the doors of the sky Mists, like evil spirits, shrink and shrivel Vanish into thin air The sun pierces them through and through It lights the recesses of cavelike...

there was nothing there was nothing at all either moving or nonmoving it was dark everywhere there was no moon there were no planets no stars no sun there was no day no night there was no sound no touch no smell there was no form no taste...