Wherever I may briefly glance I find my kin bound in trance... Lily crowns on dissembler heads... And souls that hide black dreads.
I preached like I'd never preach again, As a dying man amongst dying men: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust!
Deprive a man of his rank and pride Keep only the sorrow in his heart You will find a new summit of despair As he struggles, hopelessly, on and on....
It is now the twilight of my dreams, Onward towards an eclipse it seems, The hope of day is gone and far, I fall from the sky like the Morning Star.
As I speak, the deepest chambers of my heart Are flooded with an agony which Not only consumes, but drives me To seek a land beyond, the limitations of slumber...
I've met death in the eyes of men And in the whispering leaves, But nowhere near as often than In the silence of the heart.
Will the storms ever stop? It feels as all the forces are against me Constantly torn between despair and calm The struggle stretches ever long Left only with anguish to numb pain Abandoned in life with a shrieking sorrow Being deprived of happiness so many years Can bring even the giants to their knees