| [03:16.57] |
Stub towers in the distance, |
| [03:19.02] |
Riders cross the blasted moor |
| [03:24.26] |
Against the horizon. |
| [03:33.54] |
Fickle promises of treaty, |
| [03:36.11] |
Fatal harbingers of war, futile orisons |
| [03:50.71] |
Swirl as one in this flight, this mad chase, |
| [04:00.20] |
This surge across the marshy mud landscape |
| [04:06.38] |
Until the meaning is forgotten. |
| [04:13.46] |
Hood masks the eager face, skin stretched and sallow, |
| [04:22.06] |
Headlong into the chilling night, as swift as any arrow. |
| [04:30.72] |
Feet against the flagstones, |
| [04:32.56] |
Fingers scrabbling at the lock, |
| [04:37.29] |
Craving protection. |
| [04:44.46] |
'Sanctuary!' croaks a voice, |
| [04:46.65] |
Half-strangled by the shock of its rejection. |
| [04:57.88] |
Shot the bolt in the wall, rusted the key; |
| [05:06.28] |
Now the echoes of all frightful memory |
| [05:11.61] |
Intrude in the silence. |
| [05:15.65] |
What a crawl against the slope dark loom the gallows. |
| [05:23.81] |
One touch to the chapel door, how swiftly comes the arrow. |
| [06:15.86] |
"Compassion" you plead, |
| [06:17.67] |
As though they kept it in a box |
| [06:21.51] |
That's long since been empty. |
| [06:27.16] |
I'd like to help you somehow, |
| [06:29.21] |
But I'm in the self-same spot: |
| [06:33.03] |
My condition exempts me. |
| [06:38.68] |
We are all on the run, on our knees; |
| [06:46.70] |
The sundial draws a line upon eternity |
| [06:51.66] |
Across every number. |
| [06:58.83] |
How long the time seems, how dark the shadow, |
| [07:05.96] |
How straight the eagle flies, how straight towards his arrow. |
| [07:14.21] |
How long the night is - why is this passage so narrow? |
| [07:22.47] |
How strange my body feels, impaled upon the arrow. |
