Spectral Lore - Quivering lyrics

[performed by Spectral Lore] An idea that made the soul stir Words transformed into deeds Deeds into ink, ink into memory The embers became silent A glorious day. I curse you, Sun, for I know You'll only rise, as long as you fall down again. That night, I dreamt. I laid down among the twigs A pa**ing stream appeared Pleased, I left it engulf me Yet, it receded into drought As if it were never there. A cold breeze awakens me. The candle-light flickers violently. Do I hold fate in my hands? And if I do, is it like a bent wooden toy That breaks, thrusting at a vision Too great for its briefness I have begun to feel vibrancy and warmth withdraw from my hands. It is as if my vessel, not excluding the organs responsible for what is naively called the soul, Is being dried out of life, naturally and completely peacefully. Yet, I am still young.