The silence already funereal spreads a pall His lips not drinking there or baiting breath
Its muzzle all aflame with savage howls Idol of Anubis Aflame...
In the fluttering veil that girds her absence round We breathe in always, thought it brings us to death
His century appalled at never having heard That in this voice triumphant death had sung its hymn
As to himself at last eterrnity changes him the poet reawakens
They, like a writhing Hydra bestow a purer sense
Calm block fallen here from obscure disaster Mark the boundaries evermore To the dark flighs of blasphemy hurled to the futureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
