Existe música boa e existe música má... e depois existem as obras-primas... esta é uma delas... Through vast valleys I wander To the highest peaks On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape In search of God, in spite of man Til the lost forsaken endless... This is where I choose to tread Fall... so shall we fall into the nihil? The nothingness that we feel In the arms of the pale In the shadow of the grim companion Who walks with us Here is the landscape (Where is the God?) Here is the sun (Has he fallen...) Here in the balance of the earth (...and abandoned us?) And as Im stalked by the shadow of deaths hand The fire in my heart is forged across the land Here at the edge of this world Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, A citadel of stone If this grand panorama before me Is what you call God.. Then God is not dead I walked down to a river and sat In reflection of what had to be done An offering of crimson flowed into the water below A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away Like every hope Ive ever had Like every dream Ive ever known It washed away in a tide of longing, A longing for a better world From my will, my throat, to the river, And into the sea... Wash away Fade away Gone Here is the landscape (Where is the God?) Here is the sun (Has he fallen...) Here in the edge of the earth (...and abandoned us?) And as Im stalked by the shadow of deaths hand My heathen pride is scarred across the land
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 14:27:41 +0000
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