The Vanishing Orchestra

Under Shelter Of sins and secrets. Wait in silence. In silence, four strangers, They approach. Not a word, not a sound. the faces in the hill come alive They won't take "No." So we give it to them Let your bad blood spill. The wind Moans in the trees When I lay down. On your bed, And your face is Of an angel. give my blade your wings find their hearts black as the devils eyes Smile back. Go like the wind, Like the wind in her hair. With your spear at their hearts. This is perfect.