Source of all we hope or dread Sheepdog, jackal, rattler, swan We hunt your face and long to trust That your hid mouth will say again let there be light A clear new day
But when we thirst in this dry night We drink from hot wells poisoned with the blood of children And when we strain to hear a steady homing beam Our ears are balked by stiffled moans And howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild men Clawing at the gates for bread
Even our own feeble hands Aim to seize the crown you wear And work our private havoc through The known and unknown lands of space
Absolute in flame beyond us Seed and source of Dark and Day Maker whom we beg to be Our mother, father, comrade, mate
Til our few atoms blow to dust Or form again in wiser lives Or find your face and hear our name In your calm voice the end of night If dark may end Wellspring gold of Dark
Be here Be nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
