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Imperium III

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  • imperium
    imperium
    imperium
    this life of man is but a span
    we all come down in fields of rape
    our little eyes do glitter like the sun
    but the leaves do wither
    and the branches decay
    and all are born of
    will soon fall away
    he gave me honey
    all mixed with gold
    he gave me words
    envowed with awe
    he gave me a delicate gown to wear
    all stitched with sorrow
    and hemmed with fear
    and twisted steel and broken wheels
    in a million years ten million years
    i curse all gold and silver
    this life of man is but a span
    we all come down in fields of rape
    as thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit
    nor how the bones do grow
    in the womb of her that is with child
    even so thou knowest not the words of God who maketh all
    in the morning sow thy seed
    and in the evening withhold and apprehend
    for thou knowest not whether she'll prosper
    this or that
    or whether they should both be
    in a million years ten million years
    i curse all gold and silver
    remember now thy creator in the days of life
    how evil days come out
    and the years go by
    then thou shalt see
    i had no pleasure
    how the sun or the light
    or the moon and the stars be all darkened
    how the clouds return after the rain
    in the day when the kings of the house shall tremble
    and the strong men shall bow themselves
    and the quiet de-cease for there are few
    and those who are gone to the windows be darkened
    and the door shall be shut on the streets
    when the sound of the quiet days
    and we shall summon the voice of the birds
    and all the daughters of music
    shall be brought low
    and men shall be afraid of that which is high
    and fear shall be in the way
    and the almond tree shall flourish
    and the grasshopper shall be a burden
    and desire shall fail
    because man goeth to his long home
    and the mourners go about the streets
    or ever the silver gone be loose
    or the golden bone be broken
    or the pigeon be broken at the fountain
    or the wheel broken in the system
    then shall the dust return to the earth as it was
    and the spirit shall return into God who gave it
    vanity of vanity sayeth good job
    all is vanity
    all is vanity
    imperium
  • imperium
    imperium
    imperium
    this life of man is but a span
    we all come down in fields of rape
    our little eyes do glitter like the sun
    but the leaves do wither
    and the branches decay
    and all are born of
    will soon fall away
    he gave me honey
    all mixed with gold
    he gave me words
    envowed with awe
    he gave me a delicate gown to wear
    all stitched with sorrow
    and hemmed with fear
    and twisted steel and broken wheels
    in a million years ten million years
    i curse all gold and silver
    this life of man is but a span
    we all come down in fields of rape
    as thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit
    nor how the bones do grow
    in the womb of her that is with child
    even so thou knowest not the words of God who maketh all
    in the morning sow thy seed
    and in the evening withhold and apprehend
    for thou knowest not whether she'll prosper
    this or that
    or whether they should both be
    in a million years ten million years
    i curse all gold and silver
    remember now thy creator in the days of life
    how evil days come out
    and the years go by
    then thou shalt see
    i had no pleasure
    how the sun or the light
    or the moon and the stars be all darkened
    how the clouds return after the rain
    in the day when the kings of the house shall tremble
    and the strong men shall bow themselves
    and the quiet de-cease for there are few
    and those who are gone to the windows be darkened
    and the door shall be shut on the streets
    when the sound of the quiet days
    and we shall summon the voice of the birds
    and all the daughters of music
    shall be brought low
    and men shall be afraid of that which is high
    and fear shall be in the way
    and the almond tree shall flourish
    and the grasshopper shall be a burden
    and desire shall fail
    because man goeth to his long home
    and the mourners go about the streets
    or ever the silver gone be loose
    or the golden bone be broken
    or the pigeon be broken at the fountain
    or the wheel broken in the system
    then shall the dust return to the earth as it was
    and the spirit shall return into God who gave it
    vanity of vanity sayeth good job
    all is vanity
    all is vanity
    imperium