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Date of issue: 30.11.2017
Record label: Twins of Evil
Song language: English
Nemesis |
Thro' the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber |
Past the wan-moon'd abysses of night |
I have liv’d o’er my lives without number |
I have sounded all things with my sight; |
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright |
I have whirl’d with the earth at the dawning |
When the sky was a vaporous flame; |
I have seen the dark universe yawning |
Where the black planets roll without aim; |
Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name |
I had drifted o’er seas without ending |
Under sinister grey-clouded skies |
That the many-fork'd lightning is rending |
That resound with hysterical cries; |
With the moans of invisible daemons that out of the green waters rise |
I have plung’d like a deer thro' the arches |
Of the hoary primoridal grove |
Where the oaks feel the presence that marches |
And stalks on where no spirit dares rove; |
And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers thro' dead branches above |
I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains |
That rise barren and bleak from the plain |
I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains |
That ooze down to the marsh and the main; |
And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things I care not to gaze on again |
I have scann’d the vast ivy-clad palace |
I have trod its untenanted hall |
Where the moon writhing up from the valleys |
Shews the tapestried things on the wall; |
Strange figures discordantly woven, which I cannot endure to recall |
I have peer’d from the casement in wonder |
At the mouldering meadows around |
At the many-roof'd village laid under |
The curse of a grave-girdled ground; |
And from rows of white urn-carven marble |
I listen intently for sound |
I have haunted the tombs of the ages |
I have flown on the pinions of fear |
Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages |
Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear: |
And in realms where the sun of the desert |
Consumes what it never can cheer |
I was old when the Pharaohs first mounted |
The jewel-deck'd throne by the Nile; |
I was old in those epochs uncounted |
When I, and I only, was vile; |
And Man, yet untainted and happy |
Dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle |