Song | Habbanan Beneath The Stars |
Artist | Summoning |
Album | Nightshade Forests |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In Habbanan beneath the skies | |
Where all roads end however long | |
There is a sound of faint echoes | |
And distant echoes of a song, | |
For there men gather into rings | |
Round their red fires while one voice sings - | |
And all about is night | |
Not night as ours, unhappy folk, | |
Where nigh the | |
Earth in hazy bars, | |
A mist about the springing of the stars, | |
There trails a thin and wandering smoke | |
Obscuring with its veil half-seen | |
The great abysmal still | |
Serene. A globe of dark glass faceted with light | |
Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight; | |
Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain | |
That watches for the moon that long has lain | |
And caught the meteors' fiery rain - | |
Such there is night. …and caught the meteors' fiery rain | |
If I am dead and gone, would you remain |
In Habbanan beneath the skies | |
Where all roads end however long | |
There is a sound of faint echoes | |
And distant echoes of a song, | |
For there men gather into rings | |
Round their red fires while one voice sings | |
And all about is night | |
Not night as ours, unhappy folk, | |
Where nigh the | |
Earth in hazy bars, | |
A mist about the springing of the stars, | |
There trails a thin and wandering smoke | |
Obscuring with its veil halfseen | |
The great abysmal still | |
Serene. A globe of dark glass faceted with light | |
Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight | |
Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain | |
That watches for the moon that long has lain | |
And caught the meteors' fiery rain | |
Such there is night. and caught the meteors' fiery rain | |
If I am dead and gone, would you remain |
In Habbanan beneath the skies | |
Where all roads end however long | |
There is a sound of faint echoes | |
And distant echoes of a song, | |
For there men gather into rings | |
Round their red fires while one voice sings | |
And all about is night | |
Not night as ours, unhappy folk, | |
Where nigh the | |
Earth in hazy bars, | |
A mist about the springing of the stars, | |
There trails a thin and wandering smoke | |
Obscuring with its veil halfseen | |
The great abysmal still | |
Serene. A globe of dark glass faceted with light | |
Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight | |
Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain | |
That watches for the moon that long has lain | |
And caught the meteors' fiery rain | |
Such there is night. and caught the meteors' fiery rain | |
If I am dead and gone, would you remain |