In this meantime
we wait to leave
or to remain
o Europe
unknowing
your shallows and deep wells
Your terrors and your dreams
the dragon\'s teeth of yesterday
tomorrrow\'s harvesting.
Europe
your hope
o Albion or
a rope
oiled and greased
to hang on or to slip
into the void.
Flesh feeds on worms
longing for light
we lie in the dark
gleaming like shards
from broken windows.
May the lost sun rise
may the deeps rejoice
may seeing be wise,
hear Europe\'s voice.