Keep the candles lit in their lines
Dig shallow pits in the earth and grip your relics
Keep the fires lit in their lines
Say a couple of words and
Hold back the quickening, hold back the hollow hand
Ten paces at the dawn
Keep the shelter shift until you're home
Feel the fingers lift as the slow-down beckons
Keep the shelter drift until you're home
A destroyer of worlds and
The son of a no one, the black in the poisoned well
Ten paces at the dawn
And I've been out, searching for
The buzz that feeds, a thirst for more
And I've found a place, to hide you away
And leave you to the wolves