Stricken with the gasping fear
Horror upon horror - a fallen tear.
What is this that cries in the dark ?
Hold head high, listen, hark.
Over and under passage not found, A world destructive, chaos bound.. Helpless havoc trembling adulation. Hope is in pain and all in conversion.
Trees note and stars fall. The birds now scream instead of call. Rest not for tumbling down, the forgiveness lost from fading frown.
it is this which cries in the dark: it is fear and death, destruction reaped. Always awake and in blood steep And so you cower awake in the dark. Afraid to hold head high, listen or hark.