The thirteen will unite
The sky will light
Peace drops on my lovers chest
We’re taken into needed rest

The Orwell Tunnel goes on forever
Spiders land and birds surrender
The catacombs exhumed in November
Dark Saints land on All Soul’s Day
Treasures crush under their weight
The fresco falls apart
Ripping away the rotten darts
Leave skeletons behind
Pearls in intricate lines
Gems in their eyes
Gold when they rise

Waiting in silence for gongs and bells
Tears from eyes of stone angels
Waiting for the age of peace
Resting on geographic release