Darkseed

Music: Hertrich
Lyrics: Hertrich
I look upon myself and curse my fate
Shall I compare You to a winter day ?
Pull down Your vanity, I say pull down !
A world of made is not a world of born
I all alone beweep my outcast state
and my eternal spring it shall not fade
Some safer world in depths of wood embrace
The stars move still with sound of glace
And all he air a solemn stillness holds
My ear is much enarmoured of Your silent notes