Текст песни Art Schop - Turmoil

Lycurgus rest . don't raise your weary head . let out that sigh . your work is done . Lycurgus rest . let close those hooded eyes . don't stir your breath . your work is done . her veil she lifts . in modest shifts . the murmur of her skin revealed . Lycurgus howl, no passing now set free those hands . your work is done