A Song Of Liberty lyrics

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ULVER lyrics : "A Song Of Liberty"

[plates 25-27]
[1.] The eternal female groan'd! It was heard all over the
earth.

[2.] Albion's coast is sick silent; the American meadows
faint!
[3.] Shadows of prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the

rivers
and mutter across the ocean: France, rend down thy dungeon;
[4.] Golden Spain burst the barriers of old Rome;

[5.] Cast thy keys, O Rome, into the deep falling, even to
eternity down falling,
[6.] And weep [and bow thy reverend locks.]

[7.] In her trembling hands she took the new born terror,
howling;
[8.] On those infinite mountains of light, now barr'd out by the

Atlantic sea,
the new born fire stood before the starry king!
[9.] Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages, the

jealous wings wav'd over the deep.
[10.] The speary hand burned aloft, unbuckled was the shield;
forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair,

and hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry night.
[11.] The fire, the fire is falling!
[12.] Look up! Look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy

countenance:
O Jew. Leave counting gold! Return to thy oil and wine. O
African!

Black African! (Go, winged thought, widen his forehead)
[13.] The fiery limbs, the flaming hair, shot like the sinking
sun into the western sea.

[14.] Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the hoary element roaring
fled away;
[15.] Down rush'd, beating his wings in vain, the jealous king;

his grey brow'd councellors,
thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among helms, and
shields,

and chariots, horses, elephants: banners, castles, slings, and
rocks.
[16.] Falling, rushing, ruining! Buried in the ruins, on

Urthona's dens;
[17.] All night beneath the ruins, then, their sullen flames
faded,

emerge round the gloomy king.
[18.] With thunder and fire, leading his starry hosts thro' the
waste

wilderness, he promulgates his ten commands, glancing his beamy
eyelids
over the deep in dark dismay,

[19.] where the son of fire in his eastern cloud,
while the morning plumes her golden breast,
[20.] spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony

law to dust,
loosing the eternal horses from the dens of night, crying:
empire is no more!

And now the lion & wolf shall cease.

Let the priests of the raven of dawn, no longer

in deadly black with hoarse note curse the sons of joy.
Nor his accepted brethren, whom, tyrant,
he calls free: lay the bound or build the roof.

Nor pale religious letchery call the virginity that wishes but
acts not!
For every thing that lives is holy

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