Текст песни I, Befouled

(pulling the threads Which stand forever As the streams that will rage...) Three eyed senser, agent in all matter Brought to this world With the hands you once called wind Dettached grandeur blatant forgiveness, The cause for this distress Is the mere wrongness Be this, your presence. My child don't do that again, If else i'll take you where you belong. Serial lists of movements So tactfully obeyed. With no words ledt to say I lead to my private ocean.