Even beauty must die: That which subdues both gods and mortals Leaves the steely breast of the stygian Zeus untouched
As I wake I hear these words in my mind Their meaning is one that I cannot find
My head it pounds with a tempered thought Did my eyes betray that which I sought? What was his gift for I can't ignore The question posed now as before
Once and once only did love soften the lords of the shadow Then, on the very threshold, he sternly revoked his gift
What was his gift for I can't ignore The question posed now as before I can't begin to realise That I'm the one to which they empathise
Aphrodite herself has no power To assuage the hurt of her lover His tender flesh ripped by the cruel boar Nor can the godlike hero be saved, deathless mother At the Scaean gate when, falling, he achieves his date She rises out of the sea With all the daughters of Nereus
And the mourning begins for her glorious son
All good things must come to pas, too soon Perfection dies Trusting vanity, fading Perfection dies Look back, the mirror shows, Narsus Perfection dies Grieving for what I lost, slowly Perfection dies
See! Where the gods are weeping And the goddesses, all of them Weeping that beauty passes Perfection will always die
Good, a lament in the mouths of loved ones What is common goes to Orcus unsung
And the mourning begins for her glorious son...
All good things must come to pas, too soon Perfection dies Trusting vanity, fading Perfection dies Look back, the mirror shows, Narsus Perfection dies Grieving for what I lost, slowly Perfection diesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
