How art thou fallen, O son of the morning A possibility, a formula, a breath you were a reed shaken by a wind, an animal whose heart did tremble now a man full of ardent bewilderment
The light shineth in darkness, and the darkness comprehended it not But you made us to realize all, yourself, divine madness, a tone in silence the voice unbroken, that resounds throughout eternities, into divine madness
This golden thread have I followed through the labyrinth of self Into you it leads, O silent guardian of great events the angel of death you are, the lord of life myself, but utterly real
Your brow is crowned with the garland of wisdom and your face glows like a forge your garment is me and her my thoughts only echoes of your words
Vos estis lux mundi Non potest civitas abscondi supra montem posita supra montem positaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
