Posted by Tannhaeuser
on 7/14/2009, 9:11 pm
Message modified by user Tannhaeuser 7/14/2009, 9:14 pm
Sleep, little terror! The red dawn is breaking.
The red Suns are riding in blood to their wars.
Night’s banner is rent; as the white Moons fall quaking,
The Suns’ golden knives slit the throats of the stars!
Aïya! Aïya!
They’re slitting the throats of the stars!
Sleep little terror! While daylight is burning,
In our black caverns, the castle of Night,
You’ll lie till we rise with the darkness returning
To drive from the field the pale armies of light.
Aïya! Aïya!
We’ve conquered the armies of light!
Sleep, little terror! In waking or dreaming,
May all of your battles with vengeance be crowned,
To sing you to sleep with your enemies’ screaming
Or gurgling as in their own blood they are drowned!
Aïya! Aïya!
In blood all our foes will be drowned!
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