We float among the dismal parade of night bewildered Between spleen and ideal, tremendous chasms that lie in here Apollonian harmony, Dionysian demonic grasp And the night goes on... Between infinities we wonder alone, searching for home until the struggle will once cease to be
We float among the dismal parade of night bewildered Between spleen and ideal, tremendous chasms that lie in here Apollonian harmony, Dionysian demonic grasp And the night goes on... Between infinities we wonder alone, searching for home until the struggle will once cease to be
