Exolvuntur

It is truly unruly Unable to interpret Battled baffled Brawl to perceive Immortal till we die Slice away the heart Pulmonary and Aortic Prolapsed Valve Possessing all senses Truest form in any expression Two and a half demons Four divisions, the yearly phase Winter glaze of the early days Soon a completed cycle of seasons Light from the sun Has energized in full Percussion, battery The heat that it brings Warms up my strings Not many see my face Silhouette through Audience is the trees I tune to the breeze