Hidden in the Fog - For the Sightless to Behold | Текст песни

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who am i? dehumanized alias on trial,
reflected through tragic obsessive pasts,
obliterated from public perception.
yet descent to a victim of derision!

wretched fallen that i am – how low,
from joyous ease to desponding woe…
vouchsafe to me thy restless gaze…
forgive the fear-drawn words i lost
when the eye’s raging fury
too plainly show’d the tempest of the soul…

gaze, sightless, gaze upon me
descent into deep despair.
behold a wretched man
thrown from the very summit of presumptuous joys,
down to the lowest depth of misery…

“how art thou fallen from thy height!
haughty, when of pow’r possess’d,
now thou tremblest, when distress’d…
and did i not foretel thy fate,
to mourn thy beauty lost…?
hath not thy proper deed and thought
invok’d the dreadful blight of mind?”

misery… marks my day
fading away…
misery… marks my day
fading away…

i’ve been fighting again on my own
in vain i’ve tried holding domion
upon my very self.

from joyous ease to desponding woe…
vouchsafe to me thy restless gaze…
forgive the fear-drawn words i lost
when the eye’s raging fury
too plainly show’d the tempest of the soul…

as will and reason – faith or love,
of their freedom all despoil’d!
to plunge ‘em deeply underneath
a forgetful ocean’s black polished surface?
no! with utter vehemence
pushing forth my own revolt
towards my new-erected inner world!
an entire paradigma ruined and torn apart…
yet regardless – dehumanized
of what we are and were.

can foreknowledge e’er bear an influence
on a human’s imminent fault?
free human in liberated judgement, thought and nature.
free genuine author to myself in all!
and free i must remain…

who am i? dehumanized alias on trial,
reflected through tragic obsessive pasts…

wretched fallen that i am – how low,
from joyous ease to desponding woe…

vouchsafe to me thy restless gaze…
forgive the fear-drawn words i lost
when the eye’s raging fury
too plainly show’d the tempest of the soul…

gaze, sightless, gaze upon me
descent into deep despair.
behold a wretched man…

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