The Vehement Summer: We robbed the sand of time by glint of smiling moonlight That sunk us in its cheery cellar and buried us in turn Where churn the wicked and wild; the steady, fast and slight By brightly burning chestnut eyes that sightless 'I's do spurn
The Frugal Autumn: We crawl through dungeons dark and dreadful In quest for seas of dull desire The ocean forgiving of our long remembered vice
The Vehement Summer: Caught climbing the ramparts of heavens denied Parapets of songs we wore and woes we sang
The Frugal Autumn: The gust of time but blew us yonder How sweet still the Amontillado's taste When walled in by the pressing ages
And for fabled forgiveness, look you to the sky To pantheons past, lost to wind and war On our way to golden fields, to castles in white We must've strayed, can't find the way anymore Locked outside the door
We grow old before our time For Time's impatient of our folly And hearts beat only briefly Through blunt and bloodied rhymes
The Vehement Summer: Regal are not merely crowned brows As happy pawns 'fore kings unthroned may stand unbowed and proud
And we shall suffer the smallest share The shortest thread that Clotho spun Engines failing in the sun
And we tread the field of ghosts Abandoned long before our time By webbed foot or sandal Or cloven hoofs of beasts of war
The Frugal Autumn: We may weather the winter, or it may weather us 'Til the bulwarks burst and we're shut in by the sea Day to day we pit ourselves 'gainst the hum-drum of the day As the hours are wrest from our hands Too soon the end impends
The gust of time but blew us yonder How sweet still the Amontillado's taste When walled in by depressing ages?
The Vehement Summer: And we are always "almost there" Idle the words we play upon Angels flying in the sun
And we tread the field of ghosts Abandoned long before our time By banner man and squire And muddy tracks of engines stalled
The Frugal Autumn: For as nesting birds in snowy white In whiteout winds that sap their sight Running mares on amber planes Or cautious hares that dread the chase Cow'ring low before the gun We scamper heedless into the long runTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
