Behold - the white horse The Mother of Exiles Mighty woman with a torch Honour me - while I live Exalted any merit for me I'm the beggar on your way The desolation of extinguished sun Hold thee on in courage of soul
This world is the art of all we know This world is the pain of all we feel Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me What shall I become, when this body is dead and gone Evergreen alone when red snow covers the whole world
As the sound of drum calls for my life I turn my head where sun is about to set There is no inn on the way to underworld Dark as the night's rough husk
Intercepting the dark interior space Outside world's flowing light Surface of a single dimension Death in itself is nothing
The saints surround me Possessed tears shed for faithless souls A salvation of white restrain And it's eternal, restless drama Alas! The magnificent beauty Of the flowers has fade and come to nothing While I have watched the rain Where dead angels lieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
