Subterranean Chorus

 

Within the darkling deeps,

In these funereal keeps,

We oppose our fate:

And to wreak our vengeance,

With all intelligence,

We make deadly hate.

 

We walk where is no light;

A veil of darkest night

The wind contains:

When everyone’s asleep,

Those who vigil keep

Break their chains!

 

Gérard de Nerval