Imperium   Imperium   Imperium      This life of man is but a span   We all come down in fields of rape      Our little eyes do glitter like the sun   But the leaves do wither   And the branches decay   And all are born of   Will soon fall away   He gave me honey   All mixed with gold   He gave me words   Envowed with awe   He gave me a delicate gown to wear   All stitched with sorrow   And hemmed with fear   And twisted steel and broken wheels      In a million years ten million years   I curse all gold and silver   This life of man is but a span   We all come down in fields of rape      As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit   Nor how the bones do grow   In the womb of her that is with child   Even so thou knowest not the words of God who maketh all   In the morning sow thy seed   And in the evening withhold and apprehend   For thou knowest not whether she'll prosper   This or that   Or whether they should both be      In a million years ten million years   I curse all gold and silver      Remember now thy creator in the days of life   How evil days come out   And the years go by   Then thou shalt see   I had no pleasure   How the sun or the light   Or the moon and the stars be all darkened   How the clouds return after the rain   In the day when the kings of the house shall tremble   And the strong men shall bow themselves   And the quiet de-cease for there are few   And those who are gone to the windows be darkened   And the door shall be shut on the streets   When the sound of the quiet days   And we shall summon the voice of the birds   And all the daughters of music   Shall be brought low   And men shall be afraid of that which is high   And fear shall be in the way   And the almond tree shall flourish   And the grasshopper shall be a burden   And desire shall fail   Because man goeth to his long home   And the mourners go about the streets   Or ever the silver gone be loose   Or the golden bone be broken   Or the pigeon be broken at the fountain   Or the wheel broken in the system   Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was   And the spirit shall return into God who gave it      Vanity of vanity sayeth good job   All is vanity   All is vanity   Imperium