Year Of Our Lord Nightlark
You just left me for dead and I the one who brought you
here running from my truth too plain a billion howls, and
still no-one hears nature's cry Dark skies above Dim
Earth below Lark on the wind Call out this fatal flaw
Nightlark, who is your master? Night spark, winds die my
fire. {Lark can you see me? Licking man's wounds?} Dark
skies above Dim earth below Lark you seem to know Who
burns me dry, of all poisons too divine
