A cold floor fit for you in all your midnight itching
No one coming quickly to save you from the After
Hurried with the hounds now
He's my own
Eclipsing my love, his rottweiler sermon
He's my own
Driving the talons, my own villain rising
Thirty months, I'm still asking if thirty months feels strong
Thirty months, I'm seeking a thirty months fortune
Inform my mother's people
Thirty months is war, dealing with the blood of thirty years well worn
He's my own
Eclipsing my love, his rottweiler sermon
He's my own
Driving the talons, my own villain rising
You're not alarmed by this heady division?
My own villain rising