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Hammill
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
That's long since been empty
I'd like to help you somehow but I'm in the self same spot：
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
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
