Thoughts Most Nocturnal - Põhjast

Soundless, all quiet they came

Faster than lightning strikes

Racing northwards like a plague

Straight from the deeps to the skies

Straight through the rock and the dirt

Through the forces of life and of death

Straight through the first cries of newborns

And the terminal patient’s last breath

This is how they have remade me

This is how they made me see

This is how I came to see what is there

— within all of them as in me