Break the black ice
(Death in June)
Time for sleep
Time for prayers
Grit in teeth
All things pass
Death and deeds
Break the black ice
In this earth
In this town
In this land
In this hour
In this time
For this age
In this flesh
In this joining
Break the black ice
In this spasm
In this jerk
In this cry
A little death
For this boy
Little screams
A little blood
A tattooed rune
Break the black ice
In this kiss . . . not yours not mine
In this curse. . . not yours not mine
In this kiss . . . not yours not mine
In this curse . . . not yours not mine
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