Rhine-Bow

                                  The red-by-nines

Above the Rhine

The clouds gripped of the drifting mists

It was useless



[Chorus: x2]

And who over the ruins of his life

Pursued its fleeting, fluttering significance

While he suffered its seeming less meaninglessness

And lived in seeming madness



And who walked in secret the last turn of the labyrinth

Ruination!



The golden trail was blazed

And I was reminded

Of the eternal, of ship men and their stars

For a day I could breath once more and live

And face existence

Without the need to suffer torment,

Fear, or shame



The red-by-nines

Above the Rhine

The clouds gripped of the drifting mists

It was useless



[Chorus: x2]



And who hoped in secret at the last turn of the labyrinth

For revelation