What power art thou who from below. Hast made me unwillingly and slow. From beds of everlasting snow?. See'st thou not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous old,. Far, far unfit to bear the bitter
. You got a devil up your sleeve. And he's talking to me. And I cannot believe And I wanted to be. And I wanted to be. I wanted to be. Your good friend You're all scared and stiff. A sick stolen
As stiff as toys and tall as men. And swaying like the wind torn trees. She talked about the empty world. With eyes like poisoned birds She talked about the armies. That marched inside her head