Polyphony - Schoenberg's Six Fingered Violinist | Текст песни

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Lost in the sand without wine
Nor nectar, nor water to find

Here I drop to my knees
Desperate, begging for a drink
Cursing thirst and the dearth of this earth
And the gods in the Sun

Casting cold arrows at me
The path is lost, the wadi’s drained
And the winds are the howls of ifriit
Oh how my spirit is stained
I’ve wrapped myself in mangled dreams

Yet before my eyes grows a glowing sheen

A mirage mirroring god

It beckons, I crawl
Its form dissolves

And now alone I feel myself start fading
As I’m giving into grief,
And a fatal sense of faith

I cannot
Cease myself from giving into solar flares, erasing my shadow, lapping at my skin,
Expunging all my words save for those on the tip of my tongue
Water

Now as I seethe, as I’m dragged by my knees
Through this dothraki sea
As I curse knowing Ishmael’s thirst, the profit’s verse
The rivers burst and I am

Drowning under the sun
Wave after wave shredding my layers
And doubts, and my cares
The death bells calling
I hear them in the distance
As I pray, singing every third word that I speak

Delirious chanting gives into ranting
The moment’s lost, all hope is tossed
Into drained beds of silica and shale

And I find myself impaled by light

A four armed form appears salving my skin
What is this being? Etheric and glistening

As I’m raised up my ankle’s caught sand
Pulled from its foothold
A sensation I knew but have long since forgotten
Flows forth freely, etheric and glistening

Water springs forth feeding the earth
Now I am drenched by this land
My bones aglow, my throat no longer slaked by sand
How this oasis is flourished, I settle in my spirit nourished

Finally at peace, reborn as a hanif
I thank this endless well
Zam Zam