Steel that sleeps with the morningstar
Would that I could sin once more


Blades will sing over stone and field
That their song might grace our fall


Pallid limbs in the raven's thrall
Fracture sulphur honey skin


Waves are screaming abraxan hymns
So that shoreline virgins cry


Reel in place
'Til the !@$(s take me away
Sober taste of the eyes