Aaron bearer of prophetic name was it not your tormented voice that told me once ‘I know you are alone' was it not your mournful verse that crowned my heart with sympathy for everything that fades away
to none who utter words of light is the Word so utterly foreign and lo so often were your words bristled with bloody thorns
Aaron my guide in misery one needs to look once more to see behold my brother in misery the pierced side is whence Doom truly comesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
