I'm not standing here, So that i might look at all The bliss and the delight By what a terror rages Dark world i see flashing Of the wandering sparks In a gloomy twilight After this carries violent flaming All the world is changing In thick smoky column People before scrupulous, Who were with there acts If they don't escape They must die now
From the branch to the branch Glutonous flames of the human Wrath is flashing and lashing Dry sprigs are shining And crashing down with a crack Hollow trunk is dressed In a purple the past and the future Fuse in the only flow...