Whilst I thought I was climbing
I found myself descending
Having lost
From a swerven shore to bend of bay
Just as easy
And the buddha smiled
And by the wondrous radiance of that
The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
He leadeth me
How can there be pleasure?
How can there be joy?
When the
Imperium
Imperium
Imperium
This life of man is but a span
We all come
Imperium
Imperium
Christ was born in Bethlehem
Christ was born in Bethlehem
What is all this love for
If we have to go
Hear thou the things which must come to pass in
What then is love but mourning?
What desire but they self