Testo Rhine Bow

The red-by-ninesAbove the RhineThe clouds gripped of the drifting mistsIt was uselessAnd who over the ruins of his lifePersued its fleeting, fluttering signifiganceWhile he suffered its seemingless meaninglessnessAnd lived in seeming madnessAnd who over the ruins of his lifePersued its fleeting, fluttering signifiganceWhile he suffered its seeming meaninglessnessAnd lived in seeming madnessAnd who walked in secret the last turn of the labyrinthRuination!The golden trail was blazedAnd I was remindedOf the eternal, of shipmen and their starsFor a day I could breath once more and liveAnd face existenceWithout the need to suffer torment,Fear, or shameThe red-by-ninesAbove the RhineThe clouds gripped of the drifting mistsIt was uselessAnd who over the ruins of his lifePersued its fleeting, fluttering signifiganceWhile he suffered its seemingless meaninglessnessAnd lived in seeming madnessAnd who over the ruins of his lifePersued its fleeting, fluttering signifiganceWhile he suffered its seeming meaninglessnessAnd lived in seeming madnessAnd who hoped in secret at the last turn of the labyrinthFor revelation