And that obscure night of the soul, and the valley of humiliation, through which he stumbled, were forgotten He saw blue vistas of undiscovered countries, high prospects and a quiet, caressing sea The past shed its perfume over him today held his hand as if it were a little child And tomorrow shone like a white star; nothing was changed He drank opaline
The man had known the obscure night of the soul, and lay even now in the valley of humiliation; And the tiger menace of the things to be was red in the skies, yet for a little while he had forgotten Green changed to white, emerald to opal; Nothing was changed
Blood Axis – Absinthia Taetra 2004
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And that obscure night of the soul, and the valley of humiliation, through which he stumbled, were forgotten
He saw blue vistas of undiscovered countries, high prospects and a quiet, caressing sea
The past shed its perfume over him today held his hand as if it were a little child
And tomorrow shone like a white star; nothing was changed
He drank opaline
The man had known the obscure night of the soul, and lay even now in the valley of humiliation;
And the tiger menace of the things to be was red in the skies, yet for a little while he had forgotten
Green changed to white, emerald to opal;
Nothing was changed