Nemesis

Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
I have lived o'er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight

I have whirled with the earth at the dawning,
when the sky was a vaporous flame;
I have seen the dark universe yawning
where the black planets roll without aim

Is this my Nemesis?
This is my Nemesis

I had drifted o'er seas without ending,
under sinister grey-clouded skies,
that the many-forked lightning is rending,
that resound with hysterical cries

I have plunged like a deer through the arches
of the hoary primordial grove,
where the oaks feel the presence that marches
and stalks on where no spirit dares rove

Is this my Nemesis?
This is my Nemesis
Is this my Nemesis?
This is my Nemesis

I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains
that rise barren and bleak from the plain,
I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains
that ooze down to the marsh and the main

I have peered from the casements in wonder
at the mouldering meadows around,
at the many-roofed village laid under,
the curse of a grave-girdled ground

I have whirled with the earth at the dawning,
when the sky was a vaporous flame;
I have seen the dark universe yawning
where the black planets roll without aim

Is this my Nemesis?
This is my Nemesis
Is this my Nemesis?
This is my Nemesis