Testo Thy Feeble Flame - Pantokrator
Testo della canzone Thy Feeble Flame (Pantokrator), tratta dall'album Aurum
Consider thy way
Consider thy fate
Behold his ways of old
Thy path in darkness
Thou wilt rest in the cold
The guardians tremble
The melodies fade
The strong men bow their knees
Dust thou art
The grasshopper drags himself along
You are humming a sad song
As your caperberry doth not bloom
For lo
The eternal resting place is calling your name
The song of the mourners, can you hear it?
They roam the streets, waiting
The silverchord is broken
Thy golden bowl
The wine of thy life is spilled
Upon the barren ground
Thy days are but a shadow
And the dust is dust again
Quenched is the feeble flame of thy light
Flesh is clothed with worms
As God reclaims your spirit...
Credits
Writer(s): Jonas Olof Wallinder, Jonathan Mats Emanuel Jansson, Mattias Ernst Goeran Johansson, Rickard Gustaf Linus Gustafsson
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