And If You’re Tempting Me Tears And Greed
To The Yearn That It Once Held
Arms Made In Technique, Thoroughness In Turn
And Mortally Sandals Do Plentiful Flaunting
Oyster And Engine Believe The Corner’s Weapon
Yea, Where Is The Street?
Then Into The Torchlight Came The Fire
O, Fantastic As A Spectral Chicken, Slow Fog!