With my dark gift of tongues i speak up blind decaying marks an eagle's shrill voices of stolen children in a magic cave
Swish of a sealions hungry swirl
With my dark gift my gift of tongues i tongue a trumpet up a blast of flesh a breath of mould a hypnagogic slash of death

I tease up tangled roots of earth shake off the lumps of solitude and climb and climb for sight of sun

Until with my bright gift of tongue i wring out light from crumbled clothes dash up a flash of foam and air speak down the northern flames of night
Make bright the winter night
I speak up spring tonight tonight with my dark gift of tongues

AuthOr : UnknOwn