Seal #3: Hedgehog stares behind the mountains

She said she is a victim of what changes may breed,
a fatal action, a step, for what humanity will reap when it sawed nothing/

The hermits into the void, chant the words of truce
"OUR PARENTS ARE OUR VILLAGE

AND OUR VILLAGE IS OUR WOE"

Tomorrow will bring flies and pestilence as prophets

but I will still dance today, like a yezidi

for leaves and cement trumpets

She said she is a victim of what tomorrow may bring

Like ashes raised for the crows to sing
The hermits into the void, butchered from desire
chant the same words they used to mourn above the ground
"CHANT BEHIND TOMORROW
AND TOMORROW ROARS BACK AT YOU"

Tomorrow will bring ash and debris as conquistadores
But I will still remain pure and unscathed

for tears and autumn memories

She said she is a victim of what forever may decide

Consumed above the essence and cleansed by human tide

The hermits into the void, now corpses for our wedding

their echo is the same chant they used to pray at night

"WINE SONG HONEY AND FLESH

FOR OUR FUTURE WEDDINGS

WHAT I CHANT, I CONSUME EVERY DAY

AND PRAY TO THOSE THAT CARE

FOR WHAT I COULD HAVE LOST TODAY

BUT I CLUTCH TILL TOMORROW

WE BUILD A WALL AND LET THE HAMMERS FALL DOWN

ALL EQUALS THE NAIL, AND THE NAIL HITS BACK AT YOU

FOR WHAT WE CRAVE, WE DEVOUR

AND WE CHASE AWAY WITH EARTHLY DESIRES

MAY THE BLOSSOMS PROSPER
MAY THE RIVERS SING

MAY THE TREES BEAR THE FRUITS ONCE MORE

AND MAY THE BEES SPIT OUT THEIR HONEY

WITH THEIR SONG OF TRUCE.

AMEN, OR NOT

SALUTE."