Arrow lyrics

Stub towers in the distance, riders the blasted moor

Against the horizon

Fickle promises of treaty, fatal harbingers of war,

Futile horizons

Swirl as one in this flight, this mad chase,

This surge across the marshy mud landscape

Until the meaning is forgotten.

Hood masks the eager face, skin stretched

And sallow,

Headlong into the chilling night, as swift

As any arrow.

Feet against the flagstones, fingers scrabbling

At the lock,

Craving protection.

'Sanctuary!' croaks a voice,

Half-strangled by the shock

Of its rejection.

Shot the bolt in the wall, rusted the key;

Now the echoes of all frightfull memory

Intrude in the silence.

What a crawl against the slope

Dark loom the gallows

One touch to the chapel door,

How swiftly comes the arrow.

"Compassion" you plead, as though

They kept it in a box

That's long since been empty.

I'd like to help you somehow,

But I'm in the self-same spot:

My condition exempts me.

We are all on the run on our knees;

The sundial draws a line upon eternity

Across every number.

How long the time seems, how dark the shadow,

How straight the eagle flies,

How straight towards his arrow.

How long the night is

Why is this passage so narrow?

How strange my body feels,

Impaled upon the arrow.