On the eight day of darkness
When the motile seek the burrows
The ground will turn to stone
And the water's rise tomorrow
A tenfold of falcons watch light fall on the sycamore
The plaque will discard and the matter's will evolve
The weighing of the heart
The weighing of the heart
And dwelling in the cards is the master's true resolve
The mind took to motion
And the system will dissolve
A seldom's land revoking the thin walls of this crawl
The weighing of the heart
The weighing of the heart