To all of you preachers of death Those whose minds are bereft Your lust is your poisonous strife You wait and gnash your teeth Your sickening view of existence Is ripe for the preaching of death
Life is a well of delight But the rabble poisons the well Maggots devour their bread of life Verily my spirit climbed to transcend their strife
The rabble are still yet a part Not even a part to be denied Have they driven you away?
I grew weary of my spirit as I found the rabble rich in spirit I even turned my back on the rulers when I found that they bargained with the rabble I dwelt with closed ears and strange tongues so their language would become alien Thus have I long lived to avoid the rabble
Here on the loftiest height I partake in the well of delight I discovered the source and now I drink away from the rabble
Through suffering and strife Their lives refuted "Only a fool remains alive" So they tell us (Silenus) Western Pessimism takes hold The mob gets the final say Thus the genius walks away Back to the caveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
