Tristan Tzara - A Mad Gleam lyrics

Go back to Egypt and the Greeks Where the Wizard understood The Spectre haunted where man seeks And spoke to ghosts that stood in blood Go back, go back to the legend: The soul remembers, and it's true: What has been most and least imagined No other, there is nothing new The giant Phantom is ascending Toward its coronation, gowned With music unheard, but unending: Follow the flower to the ground