Penetrator Lyrics

Penetrator lyrics

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 

Life is but an empty dream! - 

For the soul is dead that slumbers

And the Things are not same what
they seem. 



Life is real, Life is earnest!

And the grave is
not it's goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest;

Was not spoken of
the PENETRATOR!

PENETRATOR... ... 



Not enjoyment, and not
sorrow,

Is our destined end of way-ay-ay;

But to act, that each
to-morrow

Find us farther than to-day-ay-ay



Art is long, and
Time is fleeting,

Our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like
muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the PENETRATOR!

PENETRATOR... ... 



Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing other life's and solemn main,

Forlorn and shipwrecked
brother,

Seeing, shall take the heart again.



Let us, then,
be up and doing,

With a heart for any fa-a-ate,

Still achieving,
still pursuing,

Learn to favor waiting PENETRATOR!

PENETRATOR...
...



Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

Life is but an empty
dream! -

For the soul is dead that slumbers

And the Things are not
same what they seem.



Life is real, Life is earnest!

And the
grave is not it's goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest;

Was not
spoken of the PENETRATOR!

PENETRATOR... ...