Silent That Picture (The Nomad)

All stars have calmed down The great storm has gone Now the dusk has come . And first beam of light How very eternal Oh word - sounding with glory Oh might - of eternal truth You are the lord The lord of this world Thy name is damned For ages till the end Obliterated labor of the creator Means to me not so much as you Awful odor of souls Rubbed after time of his words Fire burnt the sin And you among frost of waves Come to me - on thorns and mud Come to me - on blind paths Come to me - on false words In my heart there already aren't thorns Troublesome their cloud Echoed Growing to tone Past between the times Invites the sudden creature Melodies of my dreams