Quiet Doesn't Begin
To Describe
Everything Outside
Is beckoning me out
Crystalline eyes
Reflect and Shatter
Back at me
What I know
"... Awake ye heathens!
And Ho!
It is the lord who hath laid waste to your orchards!
Because the truth has been withered away
By the sons of man
Desire come fail!
And ye shall all die!
Accursed!"
Oh Michael, where have you gone?
Oh Michael, where have you gone?