[Music]

"Dancing is silent poetry." - Simonides

Inevitably
It's starting to bleed
And couldn't be stopped, that's justice
Incredible luck, to lift and be struck
What curious things..

A moment to think, before we will sing
The beauties aligned, so sweetly
And don't be afraid, don't be afraid
Don't be afraid...

Does this look like that?
How cruel you get
I've started again
To miss your hands
What carnage you've left
And you were dead
You've mangled your flesh
To see us break

Our souls are unrest
What kind of pride is this?
Dry your, dry your eyes
They'll salt his wounds
If burning the flesh means finding the one

The Heretic - The Sound of Animals Fighting