All the earthly aims were formed From the earliest pass that climbs In my mind Now the joy has burned out and its gone When the amber skies are filled Seems the days around are ripe for conquering Now the joy has burned out and its gone But I don't know where
Bring down, bring down All thoughts Of greatness And leave all to be Sound and nothing more Pray for all to end And silence be all Now the joy has burned out and its gone But I don't know where
