Time Does Not Return Songtext / Lyric

I see the soaring cypresses.
Time does not return.
Although the colours of the prism
Behind the mists are veiled,
(bridge) The colour of confinement is
In sombreness detailed.
Time does not return.
As the sun sinks low, and shadows grow,
I can see between my bars
Gnarled trunks and boughs of olive groves,
Bowed beneath the stars.
And tall against the mourning-mountains:
Wild, tormented, blasted, burned,
The writhing flames of cypresses:
Time does not return.