Stub towers in the distance, riders the blasted moor
Against the horizon
Fickle promises of treaty, fatal harbingers of war
Futile horisons
Swirl as one in this flight, this mad chase
This surge across the marshy mud landscape
Until the meaning is forgotten
Hood masks the eager face, skin stretched
And sallow
Headlong into the chilling night, as swift
As any arrow

Feet against the flagstones, fingers scrabbling
At the lock
Craving protection
Sanctuary! Croaks a voice
Half-strangled by the shock
Of its rejection
Shot the bolt in the wall, rusted the key
Now the echoes of all frightfull memory
Intrude in the silence
What a crawl against the slope -
Dark loom the gallows
One touch to the chapel door
How swiftly comes the arrow

Compassion you plead, as though
They kept it in a box
That's long since been empty
I'd like to help you somehow
But I'm in the self-same spot
My condition exempts me
We are all on the run on our knees
The sundial draws a line upon eternity
Across every number
How long the time seems, how dark the shadow
How straight the eagle flies
How straight towards his arrow
How long the night is -
Why is this passage so narrow?
How strange my body feels
Impaled upon the arrow