Many seasons have passed Since first my search began, With each night came a quest To escape from a world Where I could find no peace, only despair
Each night brought a sense of hope And each day, despair...
Some nights I would catch a glimpse That would soon disappear Among a myriad of thoughts and images But still I would wade through And seek what I knew Was waiting to welcome me
Elysium to Greece, Byzantium to Yates
My lust will not die, My soul will not live Few brief glimpses Had strengthened my desire
Few brief glimpses Had strenghtened my desire And the lust for my own Paradise Gave strength to my withering soul