The Scroll (Wellwater Conspiracy)

The staff went through the power lines The power lines Some more time, is little The life, the scroll has killed them If you cross the line, forever asking why Shiver only witnesses, with every move Sweat a beat bright-eyed glint Last morning never comes for holding to Too soon for you too Some more time, is little The life, the scroll has killed them If you cross the line, forever asking why If there's a time close to you die I will be plesead to meet you to see you If you'll be going ice