Stub towers in the distance, riders cross the blasted moor

Against the horizon

Fickle promises of treaty, fatal harbingers of war

Futile orisons

Swirl as one

In this flight

This mad chase

This surge across the marshy mud landscape

Until the meaning is forgotten

Hood masks the eager face

Skin stretched and sallow

Headlong into the chilling night

As swift as any arrow

Feet against the flagstones, fingers scrabbling at the lock

Craving protection

"Sanctuary!", croaks a voice, half-strangled by the shock

Of its rejection

Shot the bolt

In the wall

Rusted the key

Now the echoes of all frightful memory

Intrude in the silence

What a crawl against the slope

Dark loom the gallows

One touch to the chapel door

How swiftly comes the arrow

"Compassion", you plead as though they kept it in a box, hah!

Well, that's long since been empty

I'd like to help you somehow, but I'm in the self-same spot

Oh, my condition exempts me

We are all

On the run

On our knees

The sundial draws a line upon eternity

Across every number

How long the time seems

How dark the shadow

Oh, how straight the eagle flies

How straight towards his arrow

How long the night is

Why is this passage so narrow?

How strange my body feels

Impaled upon the arrow