Game On

[Intro]
[Verse]
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;
Forest on forest hung above his head
Like cloud on cloud.

[Chorus]
Mute thou remainest - Mute! yet I can read
A wondrous lesson in thy silent face:
Knowledge enormous makes a God of me.

[Verse]
And thy sharp lightning in unpractised hands
Scorches and burns our once serene domain.
O aching time! O moments big as years!
All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth,
And press it so upon our weary griefs
That unbelief has not a space to breathe.

[Chorus]
Mute thou remainest - Mute! yet I can read
A wondrous lesson in thy silent face:
Knowledge enormous makes a God of me.

[Verse]
The planet orb of fire, whereon he rode
Each day from east to west the heavens through,
Spun round in sable curtaining of clouds;
Not therefore veiled quite, blindfold, and hid,
But ever and anon the glancing spheres,
Circles, and arcs, and broad-belting colure,
Glow'd through, and wrought upon the muffling dark
Sweet-shaped lightnings from the nadir deep
Up to the zenith, - hieroglyphics old,
Which sages and keen-eyed astrologers
Then living on the earth, with laboring thought
Won from the gaze of many centuries.

[Chorus]
Mute thou remainest - Mute! yet I can read
A wondrous lesson in thy silent face:
Knowledge enormous makes a God of me.


[Verse]
Whose hand, whose essence, what divinity
Makes this alarum in the elements,
While I here idle listen on the shores
In fearless yet in aching ignorance?
O tell me, lonely Goddess, by thy harp,
That waileth every morn and eventide,
Tell me why thus I rave about these groves!

[Chorus]
Mute thou remainest - Mute! yet I can read
A wondrous lesson in thy silent face:
Knowledge enormous makes a God of me.

[Game On, Game On. Game On]

[Outro]

Hyperion
By John Keats 1819

Music by AI and Agni_Agnelli