The red-by-nines  Above the Rhine  The clouds gripped of the drifting mists  It was useless  And who over the ruins of his life  Persued it's fleeting, fluttering signifigance  While he suffered it's seemingless meaninglessness  And lived in seeming madness    And who over the ruins of his life  Persued it's fleeting, fluttering signifigance  While he suffered it's seeming meaninglessness  And lived in seeming madness  And who walked in secret the last turn of the labyrinth  Ruination!    The golden trail was blazed  And I was reminded  Of the eternal, of shipmen and their stars  For a day I could breath once more and live  And face existence  Without the need to suffer torment,  Fear, or shame    The red-by-nines  Above the Rhine  The clouds gripped of the drifting mists  It was useless  And who over the ruins of his life  Persued it's fleeting, fluttering signifigance  While he suffered it's seemingless meaninglessness  And lived in seeming madness    And who over the ruins of his life  Persued it's fleeting, fluttering signifigance  While he suffered it's seeming meaninglessness  And lived in seeming madness  And who hoped in secret at the last turn of the labyrinth  For revelation