Yes, I am mad, and could I choose, I'd writhe,
Rewrite the laws where beauty finds its life.
Defeat is defeat, on embers I can strive.
My beloved, my friend, not this, not this,
My untamed spirit craves a different kiss,
My untamed spirit craves a different kiss.
Let the world continue, at this pace it keeps,
Let stifled longings wither in my deeps,
Let your tresses scatter, where the shadow sleeps.
My beloved, my friend, not this, not this,
My untamed spirit craves a different kiss,
My untamed spirit craves a different kiss.
One day, I'll seize the zeal of false decree,
Shatter, I will, the world's complacency,
And let the pulse of ancient pain run free.
The heart's fierce pride finds spectacle in this,
The heart's fierce pride finds spectacle in this,
My nature, friend, demands no other bliss,
My nature, friend, demands no other bliss.
|
