All along the chasm At the edge of the mountain I lash my horses I drive on though the air is thin I swallow fog I drink the wind I know with morbid ecstasy I’m dying I’m dying
Run slower, my horses, run slower Will you not respond to my calls? Oh somehow I have capricious horses I cannot live I cannot finish my song
I’ll water the horses then whisper As I stand for a moment at the edge
We came in time You can’t be late on a visit to god But why do angels sing With such evil voices? Why do bells toll with tears? Why do I beg you not to run?
Run slower, my horses, run slower I beg you don’t gallop along But somehow I have capricious horses Though I cannot live I must finish my song
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