Ran the wrong day shade.
High and heed the call of the bell.
Illuminated by the stairs of the church,
Their stone is alive - and waiting for you to come.
You are here will pass, cold stone tronesh,
Dressed terrible holiness centuries,
AND, may be, spring flower Done
Here in this haze, in a rigorous way.
Grow indistinct pink shade,
High and heed the call of the bell,
Darkness falls on the old stage ...
I illuminated - I'm waiting for you to come.