Above the silvery lake of a sleepers kingdome we danced...
...in perpetual light, reaching for the waves though
never
sharing it's warmth Enstranged from beauty we were part of the sky.
The greeted ones were we, in the hallway of our astral
fathers.
In the dephts of the starcrossed sky...
...of aurian light we should be...
Of seasons bygone...
In fathomless
dephts we fell, and I cried:
"Nail me on that cross up there...
That thou mayest repent these days...
Weep, my father
weep...weep black thy heavens grace
Bleed, my father, bleed.
Bleed red my blessed surrays...
Bleed, my father, bleed
Bleed
black my red surrays..."
(and the chanting arose;)
No light pervades the nightly darkness, wherein develleth
a million
souls of men. Wake me ! Pray for me !
For too long hath lasted this sunless hour, wherein all
are born, yet blossometh none, nor the
moon...
And here my friend, my dream hath ended. I leave thee
with a golden dawn. Oh, long lost sun, For thee this ode,
of
yesteryears unsung ! Of all autumnal joys bereaved
I rose the morrow morn...
"Light or our darksome journey here
with days
deviding night from night
loud crows, the dawn's harbinger
and wakens up, the sunbeams bright"
[music by : Brinkman /
Soffner, Lyrics by : Soffner]