Far Away In The Maddening Skies
Hidden In The Clouds Unseen,
A Thunderbolt Of Passion Strikes
Clouds Your Eyes -— A Silken Screen;

Blinded Eyes Lead By Sunken Thoughts
That-‘d Lain Submerged In Unreal Lanes,
Vested Lies Dressed To Be Bought
Fiery Warmth In Pure Blue Veins;
Disparaging The Burning Rising Sun-‘s Claims
Lie Laughs; Stands Unshaken Tall;
Blind Eyes Carrying Wounded Hearts Lame
Lusts, Hurts, Tears In A Tumbling Windfall;
Yet Songs Wish To Be Sung
Hearts Gather In Beating Rhythm
To Honour Cruel Bolts; And Vicious Bells Rung,
To Sacrifice For A Veneer Of Holy Hymn-Â….