Oh, golden apple of ambition Doubt is a serpent warning me so threateningly In raging silences he whispers: “Prudence is wisdom, denial is sage”
To Psychic Death I'll bow
Oh, hunger not for ours is famine Nor suffer lust for ours is infertility Renounce the pride of action The dying man regrets his life lived recklessly
To psychic death I'll bow Silent as the moon To psychic death I'll bow Passive as the womb
Silence the sea has never seen I cut away my thoughts Still as the sky could never be I cut away my heart
I give what has no use to me Enthroned in lavish jewelry Sits Saint AusterityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
