Paradise Lost Weeping Words
Fear this more (the more) than the hands of man's (disgrace) It crushes forth (resenting) conquest its plan Don't look back, will I ever see you face again? The domination (is in all) Imagination (space) Caress endlessly (until we) inflame the soul... Fading to return what's borrowed, devoting rights to me I see a summer of winters merging gracefully Don't look back, will we ever see you face again Don't look back, will I hear the weeping words again