Slow Spirit

Seeker with the black feather
And a coven with the underworld
Don’t sing
Let it sing you

By candlelight and silence
As the oil divides
A succession of small deaths
That keep you from killing yourself

I am no one
I am no one
I am a slow spirit
Infinitely divided

Before the mad God of the old regime
Was writing poems to burn the world
And r. Seeker never said a thing

All the poems he could not escape
Bouncing echo’s in a cave
Don’t sing
Let it sing you

I am no one
I am no one
I am a slow spirit
Infinitely divided

I am no one
I am no one
I am a slow spirit
Planted in everyone

Seeker with the dawn feather
And the pendulum in swing
Every sorrow has a season
Like winter has a spring

Don’t be alarmed if it’s your neighbour
The devil has his ways
One day everything happens
And no one gets away

I am no one
I am no one
I am a slow spirit
Infinitely divided

I am no one
I am no one
I am a slow spirit
Planted in everyone