Today is the day i must pray
But not to Wilbert nor my left foot...

My meat would be fresh, neither frozen nor...
There will be no tombs desecrated; no coffins...

Great gray king of forests
He feels his pack draw near...

I write this letter to my love as he goes under
leaving me lying in the stagnance of decay...

Heaven knew my love for you
and the sky did flood it's rusted roof...

The pain of your unspoken words
bowed down under the broken promise of love...

The voice of truth is slain
so how do i begin...

Our love remains a solid ghost
Withstanding the torrents of rain...

The prophecies convey a dreadful end,
the words in blood are unable to mend...

Into the cruel world, i strive to fit,
O, joy are the days i can sit and think...

Nowhere land
is far...

She sat alone in the oratory
spotting on grand rings of glory...