The valley of judg'ment. The forest of old.
Where'd come the dread presence, so known a fore?
Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lies,
Hast thou witness'd a shepherd feed on his flock?
The virtues of loss. The hymns of decay.
Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend?
And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar,
Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage?
Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition,
Hast thou not seen the structure clear?
A quenchless fire, a nest of trembling fear.
A path that leads to peril, sorrow and despair.
Alas, 'tis the world without end.
Where'd come the dread presence, so known a fore?
Hast thou witness'd a shepherd feed on his flock?
Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend?
Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage?
Hast thou not seen the structure clear?
A path that leads to peril, sorrow and despair.
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