[Lyric] The Fall of Ideas (Demvr)

My childhood was nought but a ravaging storm
Enlivened at times by a brilliant sun
The rain and the winds wrought such havoc and harm
That of buds on my plot there remains hardly one

Behold now the fall of ideas I have reached
And the shovel and rake one must therefore resume
In collecting the turf, inundated and breached
Where the waters dug trenches as deep as a tomb

And yet these new blossoms, for which I craved
Will they find in this earth, like a shore that is laved
The mystical fuel which vigour imparts?

Oh misery! Time devours our lives
And the enemy black, which consumeth our hearts
On the blood of our bodies, increases and thrives!