There was nothing in sight. Only beginning brought night.
Was no wrong or right. No suffering delight. No kindred kind.
No ordered mind. Yet no distress in the wilderness.
No filial bitterness. No spiritual syphilis.
Wake the dead, wake the dead hearts. Wake the dead, wake the dead hearts!
Seal the wound, wake the dead hearts. Wake the dead, wake the dead hearts!
Was no wrong or right. No suffering delight. No kindred kind.
No ordered mind. Yet no distress in the wilderness.
No filial bitterness. No spiritual syphilis.
Wake the dead, wake the dead hearts. Wake the dead, wake the dead hearts!
Seal the wound, wake the dead hearts. Wake the dead, wake the dead hearts!