Maudlin Of The Well Riseth He The Numberless Lyrics

Riseth He The Numberless Lyrics

Curse the night I was born, as I beheld, 

Springeth he like asters from
her vicious womb; 

She bled mass stars that curs'd all the sky. 

Horror bound me against the crags of stone, 

And even the
Earthquake-Fiends were silenced. 

Chain'd to the mountaintop, my heart
was rent. 



The dandelion was plucked from the sky, 

My soul
wept as the shadow increased. 

He made to sleep the flowers and the
trees, 

The beasts all laid down their mighty heads; 

Their souls
were suck'd dry by the Creation. 

What season seizes fast the lyre with
balm? 



Alas, it is a cloudless, sunless day; 

As the world
died, I hid myself in tears. 



[pt. 2]

A shade of sleep
pass'd a veil o'er my eyes, 

Not like them...statues of defeat... 

...And I dreamt. 



In one room I saw a candle, 

And in
another, a votive wreath. 

A candle to pierce the darkness, 

And I
saw an old man sitting, sitting, 

And he was alive!