…one knew the matter But they were eager to fight Next morning when it cleared Old John had disappeared His brother found his bible But it was torn and smeared And Michael was revived He spent the night inside The…

…heard was a wandering Man telling his story It was you, the grass under my bare feet The campfire in the dead of the night The heavenly black of sky and sea It was us, roaming the rainy roads, combing the gilded beaches…

…kill. A city that worships flesh. The first thing I ever heard was a wandering man telling his story It was you, the grass under my bare feet The campfire in the dead of the night The heavenly black of sky and sea It was…