In my dreams I hear the bellowing Of the epochs that interconnect Of tales and myths, of runes and weathered glyphs Oh, how they scribble their forlorn poetry
Lids upon eyes, the curtains of the soul Inward the view, so the canvas inhales Return to me, O song of primal woe Howl atop a pinnacle still
In my dreams I see the harrowing Storms that swivel and wheel in wrath A note, it seems, peers through the thunder-seams Oh, how I bow to its brooding poetry
Tears in the eyes, but fleeting memories Outward the view, so the canvas exhales Hence heed the call, O tunes that weave shall I Weep under the pinnacles' shade
Thus I dream of chords and melodies Meadows, oceans, and fathomless rifts Beguiled and wooed, I felt I ever should Bask in the evenfall of all sorcery
Sealed, the eyes are furtive beacon-rays What is the view as the canvas engulfs Remember me, O voices hereafter Witness cosmic pinnacles hum
Veiled, the ears are throbbing heartbeats Tempests that roar are the temples of yore Eclipse my soul, O whispers eternal Lo, empyrean pinnacles braceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
