Текст песни The Saracen Cannot Help - Fyrce Muons

Gliding upwards like a massive twisting cloudbank
Prickles appear first then into lances and armoured heads on huge armoured horses
Over the swerving hill and into the hole of heart

Since then the sign
A coven of oily need
Now there aren't enough diamonds in this world

This crisis and poisoned match
Kniving of nations
Like a pollen in air I mix angels with shattered wings
A deliverance
A cold snake

It's draft a kiss
Inductive days
The restorate

I slip inside the oven of peace
Night holds the blinding chain that holds my feet
It ties us to the faith

Amidst the gawkers who see my accident who come to smile at me
My great misfortune
Spiny fingers find the tinkers
Go find the spears