Altar of Plagues - Found, Oval and Final текст песни

A balm in your hands
It has begun to hide
Once more
(Left as) the one awake
A script knotted in a hand
Absent and building
And looming in the air
Hung and thin between (sparks of sunlight)
The dark and the dark
All the hours
Numbers and worlds well-tuned
Not all thing are well wound — there are joys
But I am bound to follow you