Demether - The Hour Of The Great Contempt lyrics

The Hour Of The Great Contempt The great despiser is the great adorer An arrow of longing for the other shore His soul is filled with fire and burning coals! They herald the coming of lightning and madness All that is poverty, filth and wretched contentment. Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue? Where is the madness with which you should be cleansed? Once a man has achieved The hour of the great contempt He becomes truly free to do as he wills Plunging into the very depths He consequently rises above the world He is that lightning, he is that madness! Who had been lost now conquers all Those who speak of otherworldly hopes Poisoners of life are they Decaying and poisoned themselves Of whom the earth is weary: away with them! The great despiser is the great adorer And arrow of longing for the other shore His soul is deep; even in the wounding And may perish through a small matter Thus he goes willingly over the bridge Man is just a bridge and not a goal He who justifies the future ones And redeems the past ones He is willing to perish through the present ones!