Twisting the fire of the burning soul
With wraths of distance above my mould
So take me in with incompletion
To help and feed complications

A light so violent in my eyes
Will cut in pieces my lonely nights
Shivers of fear without a fault
Shaken my cartboard vault

So to this day I kneel and pray
For my release from sights of gray
A final grasp to what is at hand
Let the boy sleep inside the man