Litany of Regrets Lyrics
Once gaily painted
And awash in joyful
Rites and the blood
Giving warmth to the slumbering crowds
The wise man who is not wise
Sits and broods
The glowing gold of wind-dancing wheat
And the embracing shade of verdant oaks
And he knows that the memory is a falsehood
Born of the batterings of the present
Merely a chimera of what should have been
A balm for the litany of regrets
Left unerringly in his wake
Like in any other
And the anchorite dreams
He dreams a shaman carving blood
Unto darkened cavern ribs
While shadows dance
To the ecstatic rythms
Of the Pacan
He dreams of pages of gossamer
And spider web
Whose words will not survive
Back to dust
And of words that moulder in
Mustered ranks
In endless volumes, in endless
Maesoleums
Whose foundations
Are the tide of ocean
He dreams of deep rivers of tears
Of men as foolish as he
Who would spread their days
In the hopes of something more
As anchorites numberless and alone
And he knows that the memory is a falsehood
Born of the batterings of the present
Merely a chimera of what should have been
A balm for the litany of regrets
Left unerringly in his wake
Like in any other
And the anchorite dreams
He dreams a shaman carving blood
Unto darkened cavern ribs
While shadows dance
To the ecstatic rythms
Of the Pacan
He dreams of pages of gossamer
And spider web
Stare deep into the father sun
Whose death is but a promise
They cleanse their eyes
Wash time from their sight
With all else
And so become immortal