Spirits — Darkseed

I am one of these dumb wise men So I've much ado to know myself

I don't know how to get clear with all the depths I owe Thru the hour-glass they flow I don't know the free and offered light The lighting of my being is as bright

If I break the day, what would I gain? To hold a candle lighting shame? I desire no delight, no more delight All knowledge is now burning in my eyes

You promise me blush life I stand for sacrifice I wish You all the joy that You can wish Spirits dull at night I think You are denied The light we see is burning in my eyes

I don't show teeth in way of smile I only see the hour-glass how it runs By yonder-moon I swear You do me wrong With my own hands I strike You honour down