BLACKOUT

[Instrumental]

[Verse]
O! Death hath reared himself a throne
In a strange city, Paradiso
Far down within the dim West
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest
There shrines and palaces and towers are
Not like anything of ours, oh no
Ours never loom, to heaven with that ungodly green
Time-eaten towers that tremble not
Resemble nothing that is ours
Around, by lifting winds forgot
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie
No holy rays from heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town