Fleeting shades flutter in my mind anxious core, inner disharmony, ironically
The energy fatigue, governs the impetuous and neccesary vital boredom
When the black clouds of the core are scattered in vain, when the shining
Stars of the spirit lie dull, when it returns the mist of the sorrow,
Grow and decrease, all feeling is relative
Virtues submerged in the splendor of the abandonment, in the kingdom of
The depression, the kingdom of the frustration, finalize all vitality and
Will, reigns on the time and space perpetually. Inclines our heads,
Omnipresent
Symbol, the downcast man is a representation. He releases our chains of
The ignorance, emanates mental light sickness of the wisdom I remain
In the deep caverns of my own darkness, but the reason is not blinded,
Madness is the principle of the reason, feels the oldness of the spirit
In a young body, sign of maturity, and contemplates from the height of the
knwledge the always present vital boredom.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.