A man cannot resist the wyrm of his wyrd
He gave up his choice and the option appeared
Warm words make me feel alright
but in the end the end is out of sight
It seems this mute earth is our ward
It seems we best stop rattling our swords
There’s a warm word
and the first word I heard
Came as if in a dream
and the word was word
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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