Too dank, doom
Too dank, fire
Into the black at hearts
Anointed ones, provided sons
Who are the last to rule
Trade on, receivers
He ain't coming to

For far have I wandered at last into your bughouse rules

Round and round, shoots and spires
Beyond the blast of an arc
We fed hard, we draw dark
Through the edge of fear

Lay down your winters
Lay down, cry faith
For once you've left as your father's son
who blesses the dove-eyed fates?

We shinе as we all shine on
Shine as wе all shine
We shine as we all shine on
Shine as we all shine
We shine as we all shine on
Shine as we all shine

Straight on, deceivers
As sound removes from thought
He's grown [?] and warm
With [?] hands
He's into what's coming
He's into the coming morn

Shine as we all shine
We shine as we all shine on
Shine as we all shine
We shine as we all shine on
Shine as we all shine
We shine as we all shine on
Shine as we all shine