nay nay set your sights afar weve strayed in wary but were weary slain cries in volumes bleated strains caught off guard and untrained now when the dark was hallowed they burned the light just to spy the prize from above and when the stars were bolted just for eyes you might weep the prize is no reward ill concede no hope is won ill concede no opening the only way ive known i wouldnt have felt this tired but weve run and god if i had known what were in for id hide the hunt of wills i thought would kill me and which they preyed i saw myself draped in sheeps skin blood crumbs entrails so which mark is seized which one will faint ill concede no hope if given time on high some kind of word sent down give in nay nay set your sights afar weve strayed in weary and were wary slain cries in volumes bleated strains caught off guard and untrained