Mar 2012
I burned at the stake
each witness is a note
that sweeps through deaths
chill toward my feet
Here in this sky
the ecstasy of saints is made clear
I burn in music
every voice tried by fire
each witness is a note
that sweeps through deaths
chill toward my feet
Here in this sky
the ecstasy of saints is made clear
I burn in music
every voice tried by fire
