“The moon shaped bottles take me back to the good times.

I want more calculated voices in your darkest need.

All the magic and understanding, hear my heart in the clouds.

I wish you alive, my dead singing home.

His life drove him from a distance.

The battle is in the middle of my protector.

Sacrifice of your true love, disconnecting the monster where you lay.

Thou dost not know the monster.

With gold on their journey over both hands, the lover now is not afraid.

When I die I shall quickly find you.

A vision on his vacant mind kindled through all their strange truths.

Where every shade of heaven is bare.

With thine own soul there came near him.

When his limbs did rest, that lovely youth had shone him where to love.”