Aeons Ov Frost - Imitation lyrics

A dark unfathomed tide Of interminable pride - A mystery, and a dream, Should my early life seem; I say that dream was fraught With a wild and waking thought Of beings that have been, Which my spirit hath not seen, Had I let them pa** me by, With a dreaming eye! Let none of earth inherit That vision of my spirit; Those thoughts I would control, As a spell upon his soul: For that bright hope at last And that light time have past, And my worldly rest hath gone With a sigh as it pa**ed on: I care not though it perish With a thought I then did cherish