Consume my heart away
Sick with desire
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre
That is no country for old men
The young in one another's arms
Those dying generations at their song
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect
Perne in a gyre
Consume my heart away
Sick with desire
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre
And gather me into the artifice of eternity
And be the singing-masters of my soul
And sing, and louder sing
Consume my heart away
Sick with desire
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre [2x]
Consume my heart away
Sick with desire
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre