The driving hallucinatory fields,
Wheat, sun, arching sweating skies...

She has the eyes of a snake
and the heart of a wolf...

Over the greying hills,
Leached of all their life...

Come now, child,
I hope you listen well...

Trust not the words which were wrought,
By sinners soul...

Pray to the torment,
God of the seal of...

Dance, rigour,
Vigour and Vim...

With reluctant arms I swing the axe,
I know I cannot do it on my own...

Here lies the one I loved,
Still love, can't unlove...

I told you to listen,
But you wouldn't hear your name...

I bade the stars,
To split the sun in two...

You'll never be what you were
You're just not meant for her...