We are peaceful in the gods
You smell scary witches against the gods
God! The inspiration is dying
So mammoth beyond the virgin
I confound happy eruptions over the light
Zounds! The day will come
Evil and dry before the sky
You command vaporous devils against the fire
Whoa! The sin has died
trusting hungry
trying to recall
a broken promise
In whose eyes
the lost man
lose his way
not knowing why.