Meddling on the playground of reason Can’t you see the demons closing in? Your morals commit such acts of treason They sing your praises with a triumphant grin
Meddling on the playground of reason Have you ever tried it yourself? Once great castles turn into prisons So must your mind be true to itself
The shroud falls The sun dwarfs I feast on the throne of our splendor And fear my heart will freeze Should this dread come to pass STOIC WINDS! Bathe me with your warm summer breeze
Oh, that death and sickness were banished from our earthly home! that hatred, tyranny, and fear could no longer make their lair in the human heart! that each man might find a brother in his fellow, and a nest of repose amid the wide plains of his inheritance! that the source of tears were dry, and that lips might no longer form expressions of sorrow. Sleeping thus under the beneficent eye of heaven, can evil visit thee, O Earth, or grief cradle to their graves thy luckless children? Whisper it not, let the daemons hear and rejoice! The choice is with us; let us will it, and our habitation becomes a paradise.
I met the eyes of virtue’s spawn And welcomed the birth of a new dawn
Oh dear loved ones Come daughters and sons Can’t you understand Can’t you realize There’s a lot we don’t knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
