your words are fire and honey
spoken in the voice of the wounded stag
no hunter shall trap the flesh that feeds all
in a night as black as forests
by means of entrails and birds and stars
held out on an olive branch
encrusted by souls
sing, Lazarus, of strange mornings
sing, Lazarus, of new awakenings
sing, Lazarus, of strange mornings
sing, Lazarus, of new awakenings
lux interna - wounded stag
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