I SLEEP IN A HOLLOW SERENITY
CUT OFF FROM ALL I WOULD TOUCH
FOR I LAY AND KNOW THE MOUTHS AND CORNERS OF A TEMPTING SOUL
BUT FORGET MY FEET WHEN RUNNING ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS OF MAJESTY
WHO WITHOLD THE BOUNTY
THE RICHNESS THE PURPOSE
OF A HIDDEN ORE
THE DELICATE WARSHIPS PLOT DESTRUCTION
THE FEATHERY ARMAMENTS TOUCH
DOWN ON THE MOST DISTANT CHURCH BELL
A CONSISTENT RING
ING CUT
S AND C
U
R
VES THE AIR
HOLDS THE BREATH STILL



QUICKENS THE BLOOD
AND PAYS THE DEATHTOLL OF
A UNICYCLE BENT