[00:26.09]Staring there, leaning to the city moon
[00:28.89]Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
[00:32.10]The black clad voyeur in his black clad masque
[00:35.25]In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
[00:36]
[00:51.31]Stood there cursing at the soul dead mass
[00:54.10]With their fabled illusions, vain dreams that passed
[00:57.34]Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
[01:00.38]A lone silent warrior in a fantasy world
[01:09.61]He cried for night but night could not come
[01:12.93]So swept in the shroud of misanthrope, he went away
[01:18.75]
[01:29.32]And fed the empty galleries
[01:31.54]With the artifacts of the black rain
[01:34.89]Sunken into the shadows with a dry sardonic smile
[01:43.17]
[01:47.20]He made the footprints a part of his heart
[01:50.35]To rouse a sacred confrontation
[01:60]
[02:49.02]Stood at the carving on the monument telling lies
[02:55.44]Digging of the earth, making friends with the soil
[03:01.55]As the all mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
[03:04.56]He disappears into her cold, icy womb