Текст песни Penetrator

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

Life is but an empty dream! -

For the soul is dead that slumbers

And the Things are not same what they seem.

Life is real, Life is earnest!

And the grave is not it's goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest;

Was not spoken of the PENETRATOR!

PENETRATOR... ...

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined end of way-ay-ay;

But to act, that each to-morrow

Find us farther than to-day-ay-ay

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

Our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the PENETRATOR!

PENETRATOR... ...
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Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing other life's and solemn main,

Forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing, shall take the heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any fa-a-ate,

Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to favor waiting PENETRATOR!

PENETRATOR... ...

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

Life is but an empty dream! -

For the soul is dead that slumbers

And the Things are not same what they seem.

Life is real, Life is earnest!

And the grave is not it's goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest;

Was not spoken of the PENETRATOR!

PENETRATOR... ...