Deleyaman - Temples | Текст песни

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These temples grew as grows the grass
Art might obey but not surpass
And the same power that reared the shrine
Bestrode the tribes that knelt within

The word unto the prophet spoken
Was writ on tables yet unbroken
The word by seers or sibyls told
In groaves of oak and fanes of gold
Still floats upon the morning wind

One flame and the countless host
Seek the heart that never shows
Still whispers to the willing mind
In groaves of oak and fanes of gold
The word by seers or sibyls told.

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