Dôfwaan - I - The King Gets Weird

They came in singing. Chastity has come. The sin is no more. Beneath the chantry floor. The fathers are sleeping. The pleasure has gone. We are dark beyond the mud. My likeness, the fool has vanished. Sister silent, sister veiled. The king grows strange. Dark and curious within the pyre. Sister locked behind the mist. Strange people listening. All colors taste like bitter poison. Dream. The life will come again. Weird and quiet. The end has vanished. Taking a chance. Unafraid. The king sees clear. The shroud is thin. Envisioning the holy sands Before the deathscape. Dark and curious within the pyre. Sister locked behind the mist. Strange people listening. All colors taste like bitter poison. Again.