dark 1. golden hands

These crowns weigh down

There is no more doubt

Fate flees her throne

And the gods are thrown

From grace into some frenzied state

(And Apollo fades out

Apollo breaks down

Something transient

Gilded leaves and circumstance)

These mountains are cold

And the meadows are stone

Fate flees her home

And the heroes are sown

As seeds before some weary scribe

(And Apollo fades out

Apollo breaks down

Something intangible

Open arms and golden hands)

Muse, I will drown

There is no more doubt

Zephyrus cold sighs

The lights all go out

Muse, I will drown

There is no more doubt

The cypress reaps

And Apollo fades out.