The valley of judg'ment. The forest of olde
Where'd come the dread presence, so knowne afore?
Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes
Hast thou witnes'd a shepherd feed on his flocke?
The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay
Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend?
And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar
Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage?
Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition
Hast thou not seen the structure clear?
A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare
A path that leads to perill, sorrow and despaire
Alas, 'tis the world without end
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
