The bride throws off her veil onto the groom, "salvation" meaning nothing but "consumed"
Facing death of glory on this storied, winding climb... nothing falls from favor
In the promise of your time
Oh, come let us be hungry in the world, together we'll be hungry
And let us now and finally begin
To give away the tale before the end
Your mare shakes out her head and clocks the cold and turning stone...
I'm knocking at your window
With a turning of my own
Just ahead of marching in the street
Darkness falls with clothes around our feet
I don't know what I have to add to common prayer and law...
When stars slip from their place and trail
And still out-live us all