Track 10: Three Hymns for Man
At Sea.
As night has stars more rare than ships in oceans,
straight from pole to pole,
so all the wonder of her lips incur innavigable soul.
Such light she gives to guide my path,
that I am aswallowed in her swell of her heart-token, strangely dark.
Controls my heaven, controls my hell.
In her I live most my new dancing moments in the (.....)
In her I die, but still IŽll shoot off nightshade from oblivion.
In her my self dissolves, a grain of salt cast careless in the sea,
My passion purefies my pain to (......) personality.
God grant the years to confirm my prison, roam too (....).
Annointing love, a scourging tear, in the sanctifying solitude.
Man is so infinitly small in all these stars.
Thou Terminus, maker and murderer of them all,
Man is so infinitly great!