Keep the candles lit in their lines Dig shallow pits in the earth and grip your relics Keep the fires lit in their lines Say a couple of words and Hold back the quickening, hold back the hollow hand Ten paces at the dawn Keep the shelter shift until you're home Feel the fingers lift as the slow-down beckons Keep the shelter drift until you're home A destroyer of worlds and The son of a no one, the black in the poisoned well Ten paces at the dawn And I've been out, searching for The buzz that feeds, a thirst for more And I've found a place, to hide you away And leave you to the wolves