Monuments Of Its Own Magnificence Lyrics - Nightfall

Those dying lips, approval of this miserable world 

Those fleshy highfalutin' lines that sing for me 

And the untouchable ones. 

Send me in the globetrotter skies, don't hinder me 

There shall I build my own dreams again. 

Above clouded tombs and mourning ladies, 

Above your poor world of dispare Ascent... 

The hemlock turns to hemp 

And my heartburn into hellish headwind 

Yet, through my highness I try to hex 

Thou, thou world, thou dreams, thou nest, 

Thou clef before the keyhole to eternity... 

..cloudburst our tears are as our mother's mitre dries under the 

Indomitable sun.