The Hermit 歌词

I held the stars on my hand The nightsky in these robes The world under this wand In the garden of the misanthrope I felt the fading starlight The folding hope of a soul In the screams of the dying universe What was there I could never see The human is dead Inside the robes of the hermit "speak of my anguish Sing of my despair For nothing can ever Heal this soul Too deep the wounds From life to heal Total isolation is the key For your world never Meant nothing to me:"