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imperium |
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imperium |
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imperium |
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this life of man is but a span |
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we all come down in fields of rape |
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our little eyes do glitter like the sun |
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but the leaves do wither |
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and the branches decay |
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and all are born of |
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will soon fall away |
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he gave me honey |
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all mixed with gold |
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he gave me words |
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envowed with awe |
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he gave me a delicate gown to wear |
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all stitched with sorrow |
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and hemmed with fear |
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and twisted steel and broken wheels |
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in a million years ten million years |
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i curse all gold and silver |
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this life of man is but a span |
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we all come down in fields of rape |
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as thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit |
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nor how the bones do grow |
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in the womb of her that is with child |
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even so thou knowest not the words of God who maketh all |
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in the morning sow thy seed |
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and in the evening withhold and apprehend |
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for thou knowest not whether she'll prosper |
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this or that |
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or whether they should both be |
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in a million years ten million years |
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i curse all gold and silver |
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remember now thy creator in the days of life |
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how evil days come out |
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and the years go by |
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then thou shalt see |
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i had no pleasure |
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how the sun or the light |
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or the moon and the stars be all darkened |
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how the clouds return after the rain |
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in the day when the kings of the house shall tremble |
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and the strong men shall bow themselves |
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and the quiet de-cease for there are few |
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and those who are gone to the windows be darkened |
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and the door shall be shut on the streets |
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when the sound of the quiet days |
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and we shall summon the voice of the birds |
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and all the daughters of music |
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shall be brought low |
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and men shall be afraid of that which is high |
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and fear shall be in the way |
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and the almond tree shall flourish |
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and the grasshopper shall be a burden |
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and desire shall fail |
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because man goeth to his long home |
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and the mourners go about the streets |
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or ever the silver gone be loose |
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or the golden bone be broken |
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or the pigeon be broken at the fountain |
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or the wheel broken in the system |
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then shall the dust return to the earth as it was |
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and the spirit shall return into God who gave it |
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vanity of vanity sayeth good job |
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all is vanity |
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all is vanity |
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imperium |
