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Correct Imperium III Lyrics
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Correct Imperium III
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Imperium Imperium Imperium This life of man is but a span We all come down in fields of rape Our little eyes do glitter like the sun But the leaves do wither And the branches decay And all are born of Will soon fall away He gave me honey All mixed with gold He gave me words Envowed with awe He gave me a delicate gown to wear All stitched with sorrow And hemmed with fear And twisted steel and broken wheels In a million years ten million years I curse all gold and silver This life of man is but a span We all come down in fields of rape As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit Nor how the bones do grow In the womb of her that is with child Even so thou knowest not the words of God who maketh all In the morning sow thy seed And in the evening withhold and apprehend For thou knowest not whether she'll prosper This or that Or whether they should both be In a million years ten million years I curse all gold and silver Remember now thy creator in the days of life How evil days come out And the years go by Then thou shalt see I had no pleasure How the sun or the light Or the moon and the stars be all darkened How the clouds return after the rain In the day when the kings of the house shall tremble And the strong men shall bow themselves And the quiet de-cease for there are few And those who are gone to the windows be darkened And the door shall be shut on the streets When the sound of the quiet days And we shall summon the voice of the birds And all the daughters of music Shall be brought low And men shall be afraid of that which is high And fear shall be in the way And the almond tree shall flourish And the grasshopper shall be a burden And desire shall fail Because man goeth to his long home And the mourners go about the streets Or ever the silver gone be loose Or the golden bone be broken Or the pigeon be broken at the fountain Or the wheel broken in the system Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was And the spirit shall return into God who gave it Vanity of vanity sayeth good job All is vanity All is vanity Imperium
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