Blow winds,
crack your cheeks
Rage, blow, you cataracts and hurricanes
Blow winds,
crack your cheeks Rage,
blow,
you cataracts and hurricanes
A crazy old king, stranded on the heath
Cursing all the elements,
whipped by the storm
Proud in his majesty,
white hair swept about him
A simple fool by his side,
trouble washed and worn
Blow winds,
crack your cheeks Rage,
blow,
you cataracts and hurricanes
His was a life of hubris,
of powers and delusions Of lesser mortals bowing,
as he felt that they should
See him now defeated,
crushed by nature in submission But as he
falls he's grown reincarnated where he stood
Blow winds,
crack your cheeks Rage,
blow,
you cataracts and hurricanes
Blow winds,
crack your cheeks Rage, blow,
you cataracts and hurricanes
Hurricanes,
how can he stand the misery battered by misfortune?
Betrayed by those he loves,
ego in pain The agony we suffer on the plains of our lifetimes
Will ever weigh in peace if we can love once again
Blow winds,
crack your cheeks Rage,
blow,
you cataracts and hurricanes
Blow winds,
crack your cheeks Rage,
blow,
you cataracts and hurricanes
As flies to wanton boys,
are we to the gods They kill us for their sport
You think I'll weep?
No, I'll not weep
Then let them anatomise the world around us
I tell you we'll see our own fantasies bared
The secret of smiling is buried inside us
In the soul of the condemned lies the soul
of the spared
Blow winds,
crack your cheeks Rage,
blow,
you cataracts and hurricanes
Blow winds,
crack your cheeks Rage,
blow,
you cataracts and hurricanes
And
my poor fool is hanged No,
no,
no life
Why should a dog,
a horse, a rat have life
And thou no breath at all?