歌词：Isis. Wavering Radiant. Hand Of The Host.

:
It is him
have I [?]
[?] heavy
Under trust

And now the
Chosen children play
[?] down
They rest

Hand of the host
Extending out
Forming figures

All these open scars
form a thin line
Perfect in its
empty conception

[?]
[?] my lungs [?]
I am [?]
To [?]

Through the halls
I am there

From the [?]
I am there

[?]
Each other's bed?

He lies under her?
[?]
It is known [?]
[?]

Our memory lies broken?
Broken on the floor?
Cast them out into the [?]
Out into a holy [?]?