And Their Voices Will Serrate the Sky...
Do Not Weep, I Shall Draw All Things Which Perish into Myself When I Am Lifted from the Earth.
Out of His Suffering Comes the Harmony of the Elements
Rehearsals for Extinct Anatomies
Through Their Wounds We Are Healed.
Whop Would Believe That in the Land of Rotting Flesh and Stinking Mud, the Finer Works Begin.