Moonlight shines upon the chapel,
Making stone appear like bronze.
Inside candles burn towards heaven,
Casting light that turns to dreams.
In my dream there is an eagle,
Soaring through an empty sky,
Over wilderness and wasteland,
Towards the East where he will die.
He is flying to Byzantium,
He is going to Byzantium.
Lord have mercy on this dreamer,
As I wander through this world.
Trouble me no more with visions,
Let me find some place to rest.
In my dream I am the eagle,
Soaring through an empty sky.
Over wilderness and wasteland,
Towards the East where I will die.
I am flying to Byzantium,
I am going to Byzantium.
Kyrie Elieson
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