No one knows how much love my aspirations towards the beautiful contain.
Your secret destiny I know not: all that concerns you intrigues me.
I wish that human majesty could be the embodiment of the reflection of your own.
I ask of you, anxiously, so much and hope you stand with me, and this wholehearted
Wish casts glory onto you.
I want this to be the last stanza of my invocation. Consequently, just once more I
Would hail you and bid you farewell!
Oh wretched humans, those living waves, die in a dreary way one by one: but leave
No frothy noise, nothing alike your blustering roar, or your grand dissolve.
The bird of passage rests confidently on the waves, lets itself be borne by their motion,
Full of proud grace, until its wing-bones have readied to continue the aerial pilgrimage.
Stir yourself, impetuouslymorestill more if you want me to compare you to the
Vengeance of God. Extend your livid claws, tearing out a pathway in your own breast.
Unroll your frightful breakers, hideous ocean understood by only myself before
Whom, at whose knees, I fall prostrate. Man's majesty is borrowed it shall not ever
Awe me as you do.
Oh, when you advance, crest high and fearsome, surrounded by tortuous coils as by a
Royal court, mesmeric and savage, rolling your waves one on the other, conscious of
What you are, while you force from the depths of your bosom as if overwhelmed by
An intense remorse I cannot fathom, this perpetual muffled booming which men so
Much dread even when they contemplate you in safety, trembling on the shore
Then I see that I do not possess the notable right of declaring myself your equal. And that is
Why in the presence of superiority I would give you all my love. If you did not make me dwell
Sadly upon my fellow men who, in ironic contrast to you, form the most buffoonish antithesis
Ever seen in creation.
I cannot love you, for I loathe you. Why do I return to you for the thousandth time,
To your friendly arms that open to caress my burning brow which sees fever flee
Upon contact!
Tell me whether you are the abode of the only one who's depths are
Deeper even than your. Tell me, ocean (me alone, so as not to sadden those who
Have yet known only illusions) tell me if his breath creates the storms that hurl your
Salty waters up to the clouds. This you must tell me because I would rejoice at knowing
Hell so close to man.
Old Ocean, with waves of crystal.my eyes well with copious tears, and I don't have
The strength to proceed, for I feel that the moment has come to return among men,
With their brutal demeanour. Buttake heart! Let us walk towards meaning, and with a
Sense of duty fulfil our destiny upon this earth. I Hail You, Old Ocean!"
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No one knows how much love my aspirations towards the beautiful contain.
Your secret destiny I know not: all that concerns you intrigues me.
I wish that human majesty could be the embodiment of the reflection of your own.
I ask of you, anxiously, so much and hope you stand with me, and this wholehearted
Wish casts glory onto you.
I want this to be the last stanza of my invocation. Consequently, just once more I
Would hail you and bid you farewell!
Oh wretched humans, those living waves, die in a dreary way one by one: but leave
No frothy noise, nothing alike your blustering roar, or your grand dissolve.
The bird of passage rests confidently on the waves, lets itself be borne by their motion,
Full of proud grace, until its wing-bones have readied to continue the aerial pilgrimage.
Stir yourself, impetuouslymorestill more if you want me to compare you to the
Vengeance of God. Extend your livid claws, tearing out a pathway in your own breast.
Unroll your frightful breakers, hideous ocean understood by only myself before
Whom, at whose knees, I fall prostrate. Man's majesty is borrowed it shall not ever
Awe me as you do.
Oh, when you advance, crest high and fearsome, surrounded by tortuous coils as by a
Royal court, mesmeric and savage, rolling your waves one on the other, conscious of
What you are, while you force from the depths of your bosom as if overwhelmed by
An intense remorse I cannot fathom, this perpetual muffled booming which men so
Much dread even when they contemplate you in safety, trembling on the shore
Then I see that I do not possess the notable right of declaring myself your equal. And that is
Why in the presence of superiority I would give you all my love. If you did not make me dwell
Sadly upon my fellow men who, in ironic contrast to you, form the most buffoonish antithesis
Ever seen in creation.
I cannot love you, for I loathe you. Why do I return to you for the thousandth time,
To your friendly arms that open to caress my burning brow which sees fever flee
Upon contact!
Tell me whether you are the abode of the only one who's depths are
Deeper even than your. Tell me, ocean (me alone, so as not to sadden those who
Have yet known only illusions) tell me if his breath creates the storms that hurl your
Salty waters up to the clouds. This you must tell me because I would rejoice at knowing
Hell so close to man.
Old Ocean, with waves of crystal.my eyes well with copious tears, and I don't have
The strength to proceed, for I feel that the moment has come to return among men,
With their brutal demeanour. Buttake heart! Let us walk towards meaning, and with a
Sense of duty fulfil our destiny upon this earth. I Hail You, Old Ocean!"
Your secret destiny I know not: all that concerns you intrigues me.
I wish that human majesty could be the embodiment of the reflection of your own.
I ask of you, anxiously, so much and hope you stand with me, and this wholehearted
Wish casts glory onto you.
I want this to be the last stanza of my invocation. Consequently, just once more I
Would hail you and bid you farewell!
Oh wretched humans, those living waves, die in a dreary way one by one: but leave
No frothy noise, nothing alike your blustering roar, or your grand dissolve.
The bird of passage rests confidently on the waves, lets itself be borne by their motion,
Full of proud grace, until its wing-bones have readied to continue the aerial pilgrimage.
Stir yourself, impetuouslymorestill more if you want me to compare you to the
Vengeance of God. Extend your livid claws, tearing out a pathway in your own breast.
Unroll your frightful breakers, hideous ocean understood by only myself before
Whom, at whose knees, I fall prostrate. Man's majesty is borrowed it shall not ever
Awe me as you do.
Oh, when you advance, crest high and fearsome, surrounded by tortuous coils as by a
Royal court, mesmeric and savage, rolling your waves one on the other, conscious of
What you are, while you force from the depths of your bosom as if overwhelmed by
An intense remorse I cannot fathom, this perpetual muffled booming which men so
Much dread even when they contemplate you in safety, trembling on the shore
Then I see that I do not possess the notable right of declaring myself your equal. And that is
Why in the presence of superiority I would give you all my love. If you did not make me dwell
Sadly upon my fellow men who, in ironic contrast to you, form the most buffoonish antithesis
Ever seen in creation.
I cannot love you, for I loathe you. Why do I return to you for the thousandth time,
To your friendly arms that open to caress my burning brow which sees fever flee
Upon contact!
Tell me whether you are the abode of the only one who's depths are
Deeper even than your. Tell me, ocean (me alone, so as not to sadden those who
Have yet known only illusions) tell me if his breath creates the storms that hurl your
Salty waters up to the clouds. This you must tell me because I would rejoice at knowing
Hell so close to man.
Old Ocean, with waves of crystal.my eyes well with copious tears, and I don't have
The strength to proceed, for I feel that the moment has come to return among men,
With their brutal demeanour. Buttake heart! Let us walk towards meaning, and with a
Sense of duty fulfil our destiny upon this earth. I Hail You, Old Ocean!"
Writer: Pascal Dick, Dennis Christofer Ruf
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp
Performed By: Schammasch
Language: English
Length: 10:51
Written by: Pascal Dick, Dennis Christofer Ruf