the lord is my sepherd i shall not want the lord is my sepherd
to everything there is a season and a time to every purpose and to the heavens when we first enter into this life then what some die when they are in the womb some die as they are born and some die as they learn to crawl and some die as they learn to walk some die in these ways some die some die
lives are obliterated so soon our lives are like words whither within sticky water as all ripe fruit always falls and rots so are we all by our deaths destroyed behind me the wind calls imperium! imperium
it comes imperium! imperium! behind me the shadow the shadow falls imperium! behind me the shadow the shadow imperium
a time to be born and a time to die a time to laugh a time to weep a time to sow a time to rend a time to build up a time to destroy a time to sow and a time to reap
oh mother!mother!mother! imperium! at the back of us destiny imperium! imperium! imperium! imperium! behind us falls the shadow imperium! my heart imperium! imperium! my god left alone left alone! oh imperium! behind every one of you the shadow falls the shadow falls behind us all imperium!
a time to reap a time to sow a time to kill a time to live a time to sow a time to collect and a time to gather imperium! for every one and each of us behind our backs imperium! five times this is the end it comes on wings silver, gold, and bloody tart on wings it comes and whispers imperium whispering imperium for every one of us the gates shall open and close and behind us imperium
remember now thy creator in the days of thy youth whilst the evil days come not nor the years draw nigh when thou shalt say "i have no pleasure in them" while the sun or a light or the moon or the stars be not darkened nor the clouds returned after the rain in the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble and the strong men shall bow themselves and the grinders cease because they are few and those that look out of the windows be darkened and the doors shall be shut in the streets when the sound of grinding is low and he shall rise up with the voice of a bird and all the daughters of music shall be brought low also, when they should be afraid of that which is high and fear should be in the way and the arm and tree shall flourish and the grasshopper shall be a burden and desire shall fail because man got to his long home and the mourners go about the streets wherever the silver cord be loosed or the golden bough be broken or the pitcher be broken at the fountain or the wheel broken at the cistern then shall the dust return to the earth as it was and the spirit shall return to God who gave it