Lyrics
His sole content, an impeccable machine
On eden s imbecile perimeter, of fire in nature, on eden s imbecile perimeter
Breathe life into the sterile universe, sun-souled lucifer
This our noble element, an impeccable machine
what saviour hath
And spiced with sorrow the dull soul of sense, nor of god nor ill
an impeccable machine
Of fire in nature, his sole content
Nor of god nor ill, and spiced with sorrow the dull soul of sense
An impeccable machine, on eden s imbecile perimeter Lucifer, his sole content
Life hath no spring, swept through the dawn colossal Nia, swift aslant
To glut brute appetites, love in spirit, his sole content
Life hath no spring, how tedious was he fit to comprehend, with noble passion
Without its climax, without its climax, an impeccable machine
Life hath no spring, how tedious was he fit to comprehend Hymn, swift aslant
the key of joy is disobedience
the key of joy is disobedience
with love and knowledge drove out innocence
Of fire in nature, breathe life into the sterile universe
And spiced with sorrow the dull soul of sense, how tedious was he fit to comprehend
sun-souled lucifer
love in spirit