Through the guarded gateways Of slumber Past the wan-mooned abysses Of night Live o’er my lives without number I have sounded all things with My sight I have whirled with the earth at The dawning When the sky was a vaporous flame I have seen the dark universe Yawning Where the black planets roll Without aim Oh, great was the sin of my spirit And great is the reach of its doom;
I had drifted o’er seas Without ending Under sinister grey-clouded skies That the many-forked lightning is rending That resound with hysterical cries I have scanned the vast ivy-clad palace I have trod its untented hall Where the moon rising up from the valleys Shows the tapestries things on the walls Staring ages back Fearbound Please god help me Oh, great was the sin of my spirit And great is the reach of it’s doom Not the pity of heaven can cheer it Nor the respite found in the tomb Staring ages back Those lives I have had There’s no peace for me Fearbound Please god help me Oh, great was the sin of my spirit And great its reach from its doom Not the pity of heaven can cheer it Nor the respite be found in the tombTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
