Here again has fallen

In yet his eyes follow me along

and his hand as cold and bitter

as the shriek of an unveiling song

of ghostly blood i tremble.

to see the dept of love

fall from my unfailing tail

and there and there again

i coveted among st a thousand nails.

and still my suspended hands

against my side they've fallen

and there the evil again he stands

waiting, waiting for me to be followed.

at last i turn and walk hence

to assure my longing for ardor

and still again he waits for my cleanse

for coveting and still wanting more.

once more i turn my cheek

and i wait for him upon the talus

as he comes near he experiences his weak

and fallen soul to then angel of the Lord's challenge.

As yet his holy tour mention of havoc

it stands still and falls to the loam

and my spirit lifted free from his grasp

and here again he shall no longer roam