Intro (glosolalia) lyrics

[Letra de "Intro — glosolalia"]

[Recitado]
I am absorbed with a delicate thought
It is how poetry has indefinite sensations
To which end music is inessential
Since the comprehension of sweet sound
Is our most indefinite conception
Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea
Is poetry
Music, without the idea, is simply music
Without music, or an intriguing idea
Color becomes pallour;
Man becomes carcass;
Home becomes catacomb;

[Puente Instrumental]

[Recitado]
And the dead
Are but for a moment
Motionless