Вершы: Hawkwind. Hall Of The Mountain Grill. Web Weaver.

Larynx cries no longer heard
A chord was struck that chilled the nerve
It froze the time that we all lived
The roles reversed to downward spin
Is life finished or hung within
The voices pleading went unheard
And shattered membranes of our lives

Hung suspended from the hives
Where there's harmony the sad voice waned