Pictures at an Exhibition: F. The Great Gates of Kiev

Come forth, from love spire
Born in life's fire,
Born in life's fire.
Come forth, from love's spire

In the burning, all are yearning,
For life to be.
And the pain will (must) be gain,
New life!

Stirring in, salty streams
And dark hidden seams
Where the fossil sun gleams.

They were, sent from (to) the gates
Ride the tides of fate,
Ride the tides of fate.
They were, sent from (to) the gates

In the burning of our yearning,
For life to be.

They were, sent from (to) the gates
Ride the tides of fate,
Ride the tides of fate.
They were, sent from (to) the gates

In the burning of our yearning,
For life to be, to be, oh, to be!

There's no end to my life,
No beginning to my death
Death is life!