War Is A Fevered God Who Takes

The Whole White World Is Ours.

War Is A Fevered God Who Takes Alike Maiden And King And Clod.

...if You Do Not Even Understand What Words Say, How Can You Expect To Pass Judgement On What Words Conceal?

Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor Hate For A Cry, But God With A Song

Love That I Bear Within My Breast How Is My Armour Melted How My Heart