Текст песни DECEMBER MOON - The Apparation Of Mother Earth
DECEMBER MOON - The Apparation Of Mother Earth слова песни
Текст песни DECEMBER MOON - The Apparation Of Mother Earth
Here I omit how your pleasures are mineHow I have felt not seldom, in tempestuous time...Give me sight beyond sight, and pleasure beyond painKnowledge beyond twilight realmsIf night blackens with storm, will you caress me?Or make a claim abode in distant winds?( )Beneath some rock... I listen to the notesThe ghostly language of ancient earthThence did I taste the visionary powerAnd deemed not profitless those fleeting moodsThey bring with them vernal promises,...Of shadowy exaltationThe Spirit:A correspondent breeze that gently movesWith quickening virtue my spirit is yours,From my own passions to habitual thoughts,Drink my life to breathe this philosophic song...