Shda'ke ira no rhae. Ward the life. Shda'ke ira frah ska. Ward the soul. Sha nah no ni. Sha nah no ni. Sha nah no rhae.
Not wise to heave stress upon a mind weakened by lack of sustenance. It snaps, taking you down slowly...slowly...like a crow without wings, you will fall.
Finger by Finger Knuckle and bone Rings of silver From blood they flow The power The wisdom The wish to grow From you from you And the seeds you sew So We melt all the silver And we hack off the bone Into darkness it glitters And into blood it shall flow
Such words bring false thought as memory and false memory as true bindings. For it is in the flasehoods that chains grow. And it is in the memory that they bind.
I would walk through a home Walls white with paint And stain them with only a touch For these nails are too strong This mind's lived too long And these eyes have witnessed too much