a slow shifting mire bury wicked deeds doubt's subtle seeds ecclesiastical attire oh to feel the warmth of your body and your heart beating in your breast sharpening this steel this cracked, brittle frame the tempters' acclaim the kings' holy seal oh to feel the warmth of your body and your heart beating in your breast the foilage grows green the song of the lark come marry your spark to this kerosine oh to feel the warmth of your body and your heart beating in your breast