He barely moved in balky visage
As the wintry day dismissed our dialogue...

You're a precious mother to many
You're a living mother to all life...

O Sunset unsympathetic thy absence
Dark it calls upon the foes. And pretence...

O’ almighty, forgive our sins.
O saviour, we sinned on thy face...

Like the leaves in the fall,
dancing their death in the air...

It's a work of art.
The structure so further so far...

A Shattering Shrill sound calls;
Touching the trills of the heart...