We Bury Our Seeds And Wait, Winter

Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

The Armies Of The Day Have Chased The Army Of The Night, Heaven And Earth Are Filled With Purity And Light.

There's A Hidden Sweetness In The Stomach's Emptiness. We Are Lutes, No More, No Less. If The Soundbox Is Stuffed Full Of Anything, No Music.... When You're Full Of Food And Drink, Satan Sits Where Your Spirit Should.

The Result Of My Life Is No More Than Three Words: I Was Raw, I Became Cooked, I Was Burnt.

I Have No Fear To Burn My Mouth And Throat I’m Ready To Drink Every Flame And More.