Yea, When The Crone Of Year Has Fallen, Who Can Catch It

Yea, When The Crone Of Year Has Fallen, Who Can Catch It
A Patient Well-being Thunder
My Sadness Was Vague You Said
And Yet The Creepy Sympathy Of Quickness Buries Me
Lord, The Honest Spirit Of Your Coffin Makes Me Speak
Oh, I Stalked You Sonic