Swarm of Bees

The mob is crying out in one voice
Behold, I am virtue!
And black clouds are gathering ominously above me
What is my simplicity to their multiplicity?
They are the coven of spiders!
And I have been least heard by the most learned
I am a child of my time!
But I am still timeless for the combat's calling
For the decadence and offense-at what now?
And do you not have any sense of shame?

But I say with tender devotion
I will not run away!
And if the infinite melody is following me closely
The great opera of redemption
That I may tell not you the secret
It would drive you to madness
For you are doomed to ever ask
And doomed to never know

I grip the wheel of fate in my teeth
As the swarm of bees is close behind me
I am falling faster and faster into the abyss!

I am redeemed before the mob
When the philosophy of decadence
Gives back to me, the artist of decadence
Myself!