Hearts Will Break - Yet Brokenly, Live

There's Music In The Sighing Of A Reed; There's Music In The Gushing Of A Rill; There's Music In All Things, If Men Had Ears; The Earth Is But The Music Of The Spheres.

Maidens, Like Moths, Are Ever Caught, By Glare, And Mammon Wins His Way Where Seraphs Might Despair.

My Altars Are The Mountains And The Ocean.

He Who Surpasses Or Subdues Mankind, Must Look Down On The Hate Of Those Below.

My Native Land, Good Night!