Pictures at an Exhibition: The Great Gates of Kiev
Come forth, from love spire
Born in life's fire,
Born in life's fire.
Come forth, from love's spire
In the burning, all are yearning,
For life to be.
And the pain will (must) be gain,
New life!
Stirring in, salty streams
Where the fossil sun gleams.
They were, sent from (to) the gates
Ride the tides of fate,
Ride the tides of fate.
They were, sent from (to) the gates
In the burning of our yearning,
For life to be.
There's no end to my life,
No beginning to my death
Death is life!