[03:16.57]Stub towers in the distance,
[03:19.02]Riders cross the blasted moor
[03:24.26]Against the horizon.
[03:33.54]Fickle promises of treaty,
[03:36.11]Fatal harbingers of war, futile orisons
[03:50.71]Swirl as one in this flight, this mad chase,
[04:00.20]This surge across the marshy mud landscape
[04:06.38]Until the meaning is forgotten.
[04:13.46]Hood masks the eager face, skin stretched and sallow,
[04:22.06]Headlong into the chilling night, as swift as any arrow.
[04:30.72]Feet against the flagstones,
[04:32.56]Fingers scrabbling at the lock,
[04:37.29]Craving protection.
[04:44.46]'Sanctuary!' croaks a voice,
[04:46.65]Half-strangled by the shock of its rejection.
[04:57.88]Shot the bolt in the wall, rusted the key;
[05:06.28]Now the echoes of all frightful memory
[05:11.61]Intrude in the silence.
[05:15.65]What a crawl against the slope dark loom the gallows.
[05:23.81]One touch to the chapel door, how swiftly comes the arrow.
[06:15.86]"Compassion" you plead,
[06:17.67]As though they kept it in a box
[06:21.51]That's long since been empty.
[06:27.16]I'd like to help you somehow,
[06:29.21]But I'm in the self-same spot:
[06:33.03]My condition exempts me.
[06:38.68]We are all on the run, on our knees;
[06:46.70]The sundial draws a line upon eternity
[06:51.66]Across every number.
[06:58.83]How long the time seems, how dark the shadow,
[07:05.96]How straight the eagle flies, how straight towards his arrow.
[07:14.21]How long the night is - why is this passage so narrow?
[07:22.47]How strange my body feels, impaled upon the arrow.