Текст песни O Sleeper

While the weary nations weep Awakening me from a dream I see the moonlight steal across my sheets My love is lying fast asleep Chasing its beams She stirs, and then she turns her back to me The clouds overhead open up For the wicked and just all the same And lay low the hills, so to fill Every valley below to the brim But like the sun that turns the sky Illuminating all, in time The tables in the temple will be turned on their side And just as it scorches up the dunes Beneath the height of noon The pillars of the empire will be burned, in kind And by the holy rock I stand As blessed as the sacred ram I see the trail of shoulders I climbed over, but By god, I'll bloody up my hands With everything I am To cut away the mountains I've made And fill the dales below