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• Quinta Icentia

Sole Survivors



We are the music-makers
And the dreamers of dreams
Wandering by lone sea-breakers
Sitting by desolate streams

World-losers, world-forsakers
On whom the pale moon gleams
Yet we're the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems

We sail away
To the meaning of the end
We sail away
With the muse at our command

Ohoh
Survivors
Ohohoh
Sole survivors

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth
Built Nineveh with our sighing
Babel itself with our mirth

O'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth
For each age is a dream that is dying
Or one that is coming to birth

We sail away
To the meaning of the end
We sail away
With the muse at our command
Whew
Our command

Ohoh
Survivors
Ohohoh(oh)
Sole survivors