Music is telling us something
We share a weakness
a light wound in the shoulders

To call myself dark man
I think it brings something on me
the omen
infiltrate your heart

The homes came up from the shocks
like you had slid a mask over 
smelted a lodestone

There must be some place
significant pond, an abyss

It's kind of like hearsay

And later on in a pit of gas
the names became words

Take a message from my eyes
we moved over the water 

Looking into the forest for the oracle
The forest opens up 
faceted diamonds

The dace are in the river
longer, as if our hands were oarsmen's