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letra de vril - thomas rückoldt & anne clark

through one of these doorways i was conducted into a chamber
fitted up with an oriental splendour
the walls were tesselated with spars and metals and uncut jewels
cushions and divans abounded
apertures as for windows, but unglazed were made in the chamber opening to the floor
and as i p-ssed along, i observed that these openings
led into sp-cious balconies and commanded views of the illumined landscape without
in cages suspended from the ceiling
there were birds of strange form and bright plumage which at our entrance
set up a chorus of song, modulated into tune as is that of our piping bullfinches
a delicious fragrance from censers of gold elaborately sculptured filled the air
several automata stood mute and motionless by the walls
the stranger placed me beside him on a divan and again spoke to me
and again i spoke, but without the least advance towards understanding

oh my eyes
eye- eye – eye
oh my eyes

a strain of low music above and all around undulated
as if from invisible instruments seeming to belong naturally to the place
just as the sound of murmuring waters belongs to a rocky landscape
or the warble of birds to a vernal grove

i followed him
we were on the uppermost story of one of the angular pyramids
the view beyond was of a wild and solemn beauty
impossible to describe the vast ranges of precipitous rock
which formed the distant background the intermediate valleys of mystic many coloured herbage
the flash of waters, many of them like streams of roseate flame
the serene l-stre diffused over all by myriads of lamps
combined to form a whole of which no words mine
can convey adequate description so splendid was it
yet so sombre, so lovely yet so awful

but my attention was soon diverted from these nether landscapes. suddenly there arose as from the streets below a burst of joyous music
then a winged form soared into the sp-ce
another as in chase of the first
another and another, others after others
till the crowd grew thick and the number countless
but how describe the fantastic grace of these forms in their undulating movements
they appeared engaged in some sport or amus-m-nt
now forming into opposite squadrons
now scattering now each group threading the other
soaring, descending, interweaving, severing
all in measured time to the music below

oh my eyes
eye- eye – eye
oh my eyes

- thomas ruckoldt anne clark

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