Unrising are the veiled and cimmerian tempos of old
Unfound this day the nonsensical dogma which bore no fruit
Depleted is the offering of your beating and benevolent inclination
Squandered by the imprudent man as it were dust- ashes to ashes
Left now at the tip of the tongue are no more words
Only the actions of the heart
the visions of the mind
the longing of the soul
Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 3:41 AM UTC
Unrising are the veiled and cimmerian tempos of old
Unfound this day the nonsensical dogma which bore no fruit
Depleted is the offering of your beating and benevolent inclination
Squandered by the imprudent man as it were dust- ashes to ashes
Left now at the tip of the tongue are no more words
Only the actions of the heart
the visions of the mind
the longing of the soul