The blinding light,
bright in my wet eyes:
I see a grand sight;
A great grate appears before me,
Towards the mysterious golden fence
I slip through and see old women drinking tea,
Men welcome me as I see sights beyond the fence
A beggar with a rasping voice like a viper I can see,
Sounds of different tongues, as different as day and night,
An eagle high on a cliff spots his prey at the base of the mighty storm walls;
And like a thunderbolt, he falls
Before I can blink, he has his target in his cruel beak,
And he shoots up like lightning to his nest,
In a moment, he is gone, up to the jagged peaks
To take a well-earned rest.
bright in my wet eyes:
I see a grand sight;
A great grate appears before me,
Towards the mysterious golden fence
I slip through and see old women drinking tea,
Men welcome me as I see sights beyond the fence
A beggar with a rasping voice like a viper I can see,
Sounds of different tongues, as different as day and night,
An eagle high on a cliff spots his prey at the base of the mighty storm walls;
And like a thunderbolt, he falls
Before I can blink, he has his target in his cruel beak,
And he shoots up like lightning to his nest,
In a moment, he is gone, up to the jagged peaks
To take a well-earned rest.