I awoke this day
following restless slumbers...

I will traverse the path that some may walk
Here in this place balanced...

I will tell you a story
of a man who saw the face of God...

Bow down in lonely guilt
beneath this gaping cross...

Come find me
when all your troubles are done...

On a shattered line of crosses
We piled our hatred high...

I hold a crown floating
in shadow of dark longing...

Before Day's Dawning
in my landscape of living...

And it was said
that in the Elder Days...

The time and place I can't remember
Was it June or late September...

High in Towers dark
where Orb and wand weave...

Weapons gleam in rows
We crouch at whim of crowns...