Ategnatos - Live

O bright sun of the night
 I lift my eyes up to thee
 O ye amber golden light
 Let the dark sweep over me
 Mighty cauldron, o nidus
 I surrender all to thee
 Panacean nothingness
 When nothing is left
 On the winnow fields
 They beheld the gate
 Trembling with fear
 And afraid to forfeit
 Anxiously
 They clinged to table scrabs
 As if to aver
 Their deprivation
 And the swine crowed round
 The shining lot of pearls
 With empty hands
 The high king reigns
 Nothing but light
 The raven flies
 A fool is the slave
 Who fears not his fetters
 But watches over them with jealousy
 On the winnow fields
 They beheld their lives
 Paralysed with fear
 In the presence of the Vergobret
 So they cherished
 Doctrines of denial
 And wallowed
 In poor men's tales
 And the swine crowed round
 The shining lot of pearls
 Just like the vultures
 Grave cadaveric flesh
 With empty hands
 The high king reigns
 Nothing but light
 The raven flies
 With empty hands
 The high king reigns
 Nothing but light
 The raven flies