So deep the Rhine who’s drunk off blood How light the Lethe whose past is blind So heavy, men who recollect the Flood How shallow be the free and spotless mind How shallow be the free How shackled be the kind How monstrous be the men Unbound who do not bind What weight do hold Prometheans Such winds do carry cherub hymns What fate unfolds the chained and Elder limbs Such sands do dance as if bohemians So deep the Rhine who’s drunk off blood How light the Lethe whose past is blind So heavy, men who recollect the Flood How shallow be the free and spotless mind How shallow be the free How shackled be the kind How monstrous be the men Unbound who do not bind What weight do hold Prometheans Such winds do carry cherub hymns What fate unfolds the chained and Elder limbs Such sands do dance as if bohemians So flames to the fans And fire to the ire Of the waking men The world is but a dream And the streams of life Are not what they seem Forget the strife, forget the strife Dare not you wake to life Thunder to the seas That storm within And drumming to the strumming Of the heart’s violin Lo behold the dragon’s grin Learn it’s troughs and fear its highs For you are a dragon slaying men If only you shall wake your eyes If you wake then you shall die If you hate then you shall strive! And if you fight then You must rise And so… They opened their eyes So steep the cliff that holds the strong How light the foot that holds the child So free the man who transvalues the wrong How sleep the gnome who drinks her cherries wild How sleep the gnome How safe the night How dark the known Its endless light What dreams do haunt the waking man Such feathers to his lesser friends What destinies he craves to break and bend Such winds do wish they carried heavy kin “I am the chain that shackles me I am the Law that sets me free!” … I am the faun who loathes the Day And I the prince who fights the Moon The rhythmic tides shall have their sway I am the faun who loathes the Day! The frightful night shall have its way The chest of men will hear my tune I am the faun who loathes the Day And I the prince who fights the Moon! The garden dream lets all to play So close your eyes and please do stay I beckon men to highest heights For those who fly always shall fall With word and sword to conquer fright I beckon men to highest heights! To fight and claim their earthly rights I warn of thee who stand too tall I beckon men to highest heights For those who fly always shall fall! “We hear the tune we heed the call This night only the moon shall crawl!” … I remember the Night that loved the Day The Moon that welcomed Sun’s warm gaze Who suffered him away Her knight her haze Her daze Her lord, her light Of stable ways Noble rays That honeyed phase Those times now gone You have flown Away withdrawn, My hate, my pain My maze My plight, malaise Who suffered you to stay! It burns to hear you mimic praise In your so hollowed out mimetic way Now I the faun and you the prince from hence Forever to be as enemies And men who wake will wince Who challenge me No sense No sound, no sight Shall follow whence Ever since That sick pretense You wall be down See the crown On men who frown No moon, no tide No fence Can stop his knees Or drown to sleep his prance Forever alive is he who sees! You will not be a Cave at his expense I give you fire so fight the Night He is a liar who brings you blight! I give you rage so warn the kin He brings you age to harm the skin! I give you words to plan and speak He gives you herds of men so bleak! They’ve built a tower to the Moon I’ll burn it down I’ll strike it soon! “I’ll make her swoon.” This arrogance shall be your doom No Night shall hide him from the Truth No dark will guide him from the Tune No cold deny of him his Youth No wind subside this bold Typhoon! Oh I the faun who loathes the Day Shall make him kneel to me and pray! And I the prince who fights the Moon Command remove her from your way! Nay! Yay! Nay! Yay! Nay! Whatever do you say? Cease! or shall you die this way? “A tragic hero now I die. Such heavy feet! the babes shall cry.” I remember the Day that loved the Night Even the man who gave his life That cherished ray of light And prince of strife My height My lord, my knight Oh weep, I might His stable ways Noble rays Those honeyed days Cannot I die? How I try Alone I cry No sense, no sight No joys, no frights No flight No blade, no knife To stab my eye or plight To punish me the mournful wife Who remembers the Day that loved the Night - Demonic Sonata
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