Lyrics of La Historia De Un Rey - 7th Poet

A sleepy loft attired in haze
Subsiding in the maze
Within a weedy bog
Nocturnal flies knock on a pane
A scintillating stain
Embossed in lardy fog

Behind an aluminic hatch
Inside a shell
Below a tumbledown thatch
In blinded cell
An alchemist with paly face
Surrenders to grief
Fumbling a spiritless leaf

All my efforts were in vain
The dryads laugh at me again
Again and again
Hermetical orchard, I fathered a grain
And now I'm tortured
The sprouts were slain
The kiss of a day as a pestilent bane
Empoisoned my harvest again

Inquiring mind, unfailing dash
He was a perfect marvel at the age of three
Confident lad, he was too brash
When tried to rise above the natural decree

Lode scobs for sound scapes
Leaden blobs for mellow grapes
Grey leaves came to life
The trees got to thrive
The master prevailed
The elements failed

Another day he cracked a slot
And let the sunlight see
A steely flowerpot
With an artificial tree

The nature didn't take his thing
Unreal plants were fried
Once and again the man made beings
But every time he cried

Corroded my heart
And empoisoned my brain