Altar of Plagues - Found, Oval And Final lyrics

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.