Careful stones of winter whisper, on the town by horseback timber
Dutiful countess covered in grace, like this stallion’s performance none has the traits
Counting the smokestacks confounded delight
Hazel asteroids fly through the night
Swords sting clash catastrophe on the backs of the weary
Dig deep Earth knows beyond this no mystery
Devil found us on the shores of a volcano
Spoke in click-clacks like spun from a spindle
Mountain top horizon flare spare me your wicked
I have come for the truth no matter how it sickens
Spare me your tidings, hold me your heart
I fly with no wings
Blessed from the start


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