A Song Of Liberty lyrics

Artist  : Ulver 
Song : A Song Of Liberty



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 (plates 25-27)
1. The eternal female groan'd! It was heard all
over the earth.
2. Albion's coast is sick silent; the American
meadows faint!
3. Shadows of prophecy shiver along by the lakes
and the rivers
and mutter across the ocean: France, rend down
thy dungeon;
4. Golden Spain burst the barriers of old Rome;
5. Cast thy keys, O Rome, into the deep falling,
even to eternity down falling,
6. And weep [and bow thy reverend locks.]
7. In her trembling hands she took the new born
terror, howling;
8. On those infinite mountains of light, now
barr'd out by the Atlantic sea,
the new born fire stood before the starry king!
9. Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous
visages, the jealous wings wav'd over the deep.
10. The speary hand burned aloft, unbuckled was
the shield;
forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming
hair,
and hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry
night.
11. The fire, the fire is falling!
12. Look up! Look up! O citizen of London,
enlarge thy countenance:
O Jew. Leave counting gold! Return to thy oil and
wine. O African!
Black African! (Go, winged thought, widen his
forehead)
13. The fiery limbs, the flaming hair, shot like
the sinking sun into the western sea.
14. Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the hoary
element roaring fled away;
15. Down rush'd, beating his wings in vain, the
jealous king; his grey brow'd councellors,
thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among
helms, and shields,
and chariots, horses, elephants: banners,
castles, slings, and rocks.
16. Falling, rushing, ruining! Buried in the
ruins, on Urthona's dens;
17. All night beneath the ruins, then, their
sullen flames faded,
emerge round the gloomy king.
18. With thunder and fire, leading his starry
hosts thro' the waste
wilderness, he promulgates his ten commands,
glancing his beamy eyelids
over the deep in dark dismay,
19. where the son of fire in his eastern cloud,
while the morning plumes her golden breast,
20. spurning the clouds written with curses,
stamps the stony law to dust,
loosing the eternal horses from the dens of
night, crying: empire is no more!
And now the lion & wolf shall cease.

Let the priests of the raven of dawn, no longer
in deadly black with hoarse note curse the sons
of joy.
Nor his accepted brethren, whom, tyrant,
he calls free: lay the bound or build the roof.
Nor pale religious letchery call the virginity
that wishes but acts not!
For every thing that lives is holy