Time for sleep Time for prayers Grit in teeth All things pass Death and deeds Break the black ice In this earth In this town In this land In this hour In this time For this age In this flesh In this joining Break the black ice In this spasm In this jerk In this cry A little death For this boy Little screams A little blood A tattooed rune Break the black ice In this kiss . . . not yours not mine In this curse. . . not yours not mine In this kiss . . . not yours not mine In this curse . . . not yours not mine