The Barren Field of Requiem
I was born in a distant and solemn
Kingdom of hatred and destruction
Near the silent sea of fire
In a city crowded with gloom
My life was written in the
Book of the history of grief
Chanted by scops
In interminable deathly hours
The world must know the
Blind witches of time
Turned my lofty flower bed of dream
Into the barren field of requiem.
Blind Witch -- Miklos Ligeti
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