Paroles de Rhine Bow

The red-by-nines Above the Rhine The clouds gripped of the drifting mists It was useless And who over the ruins of his life Persued its fleeting, fluttering signifigance While he suffered its seemingless meaninglessness And lived in seeming madness And who over the ruins of his life Persued its fleeting, fluttering signifigance While he suffered its seeming meaninglessness And lived in seeming madness And who walked in secret the last turn of the labyrinth Ruination! The golden trail was blazed And I was reminded Of the eternal, of shipmen and their stars For a day I could breath once more and live And face existence Without the need to suffer torment, Fear, or shame The red-by-nines Above the Rhine The clouds gripped of the drifting mists It was useless And who over the ruins of his life Persued its fleeting, fluttering signifigance While he suffered its seemingless meaninglessness And lived in seeming madness And who over the ruins of his life Persued its fleeting, fluttering signifigance While he suffered its seeming meaninglessness And lived in seeming madness And who hoped in secret at the last turn of the labyrinth For revelation