Текст песни The Spring Breathes Horrors

"Ah me! Alas, pain, pain, ever, for ever!" [Percy Bysshe Shelley]

O' mighty Night

Echoes, fauns and furies

Of that colossal wreck, boundless to bare

Onward charges the Beast

Adorn'd with golden shrines vested empty

All creatures forlorn and thunder

Breathing in horrors charm'd

Capriciously still on disharmonies enow

Of the hideous nebulosity to tempest

Lightning strikes at the fury of thunder

At malice's own resplendent nest

The crystallid lake that springs nether

Of fire and horrors too many

Abominable and gorgonic theatre

Pain that immeasurably be

By the scythe striked at thee

The spring breathes horrors

Alas O' mighty Night

Onward to the burning lake

Of rage inflam'd and darkness whelmed

Like staring in Death's wake

With sharpn'd teeth sighed

As the spring breathes horrors

Lie fallen and vanquished!

And darken

The Heaven's above

Behold!

Could the abysm vomit it's secrets

>From the dim recesses
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Of woven caresses

Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening,

Scatter thy abyssic dew

And wash the dusk with silver

Soon, full soon, dost thou withdraw; when the wolf rages wide,

O' damned! clad in purest black, issue forth;

O radiant moon, salute the stars

The wild winds weep and the Night is a-cold;

But lo! To the vault of paved Heaven

With howling woe

Hail to those horrors thee sprang

Salute the scythe's blade in blood drunk

With the glamorous melodies the warfare sang

As abhorred light has now sunk

A gazer at the darkness that shines above

Bleeding along the firmament

The moonbeam dropp'd

In ecstasy sent

Beneath the stars the spring unmov'd

The creeping wild flowers

Thus mingled their eerie shade

In horrors breathing

Fullfilling emptyness been made

And wondering in horrors her's

Alas, O' Night old Night

Brethen and fed on the bleeding firmament

With a thousend horrors

"And I, what can I now behold but an eternal Death before my eyes,

And an eternal weary work to strive

Against the monstrous forms that breed among my silent waves?" [William Blake]