Travel quietly out from the passage

If only to see the Splinter Angelic

He's slightly out of reach from he who has cast it

From Fort Necessity back into Texas

He's finding all the courage left to leave responsibility

Climbing all the currents for to see the silver light that bleeds

The blackness recedes out in the distance

Bless the coming day for He who has cast it

Gather to see Florence's bastard

From Fort Necessity back into Texas